Deena
Regular
Another true story.True story.
When I was five or six I would be sent to the corner shop run by Mr. Jones to buy things by my mum.
I remember buying flour as it was quite a heavy sack to carry home.
My mum baked and cooked everything pretty much from scratch and seemed to need flour quite often.
As a treat she would sometimes send me with sixpence to buy a bag of Mr. Jones mixed broken biscuits.
For years I had no idea that these delicious treats were actually the broken residue from the big tins of bulk biscuits and they actually were available unbroken for the rich people. LOL
Funny thing is whole biscuits have never tasted quite as good as the broken ones that we had from Mr. Jones in a brown paper bag.
FF
AKIDA BALLISTA
Where I went to school we had quite a few PNG students who had come to Australia on Mobil Oil scholarships. When I finished school I travelled around PNG with one of the native students (Philip), staying in the towns and villages of fellow students. We even hitch hiked up the Highlands Highway and back. Finally we reached Phillip's village of Paruai in New Ireland where I spent some time and became involved in normal activities including gathering Sago from the wild sago palm. It would be stored wrapped in banana leaves and often cooked with the evening meal.
After a while the sago would get weevils in it but, but when cooked up it went down just as well, providing a little extra protein.
When i returned to Australia I found myself at the Queensland Agricultural College, and at one point was living in a caravan in the yard of the Forest Hill Produce Agent who I helped out with yard management and played tennis with them on weekends for the Forest Hill tennis club. The home team provided afternoon tea.
Living on my own in the caravan my muesli lasted a long time ... and eventually got weevils in it. Recalling my time in PNG I continued to eat it until I could eventually taste the weevils. Then I started to cook it up like porridge, but I could eventually even taste the weevils in the 'porridge'. So I made ANZAC biscuits out of it and took it to tennis. They were a big hit with multiple people wanting to know my recipe. Mind you I tucked into the jam and scones ... and the recipe remained my secret.
Deena