Once upon a time the was a girl from Canada, who lived on the other side of the world in a far, far away place called Australia. Now this girl loved to bake and had a very large collection of yummy recipes. Sadly, however the girl was not able to make many of her delicious recipes since moving to the land of Aus because many of the magical ingredients needed to perfect these special concoctions were not available in the shops. Magical ingredients such as butterscotch chips, graham crackers, shortening or canned pumpkin. Yes, there were ingredients that could be used instead but they never left the cookies, or cake or pie or bread tasting just right. Until one day, something wonderful happened. Something that made the girl shriek in delight and jump up and down, right in the middle of the department store. Something that made the girl's husband stare at her like she was indeed from the planet of mars and he was from jupiter...
For there on the shelf in an Australian shop stood two of the most missed magical ingredients of all time. Two ingredients that the girl had not baked with in three long years. Shortening and canned pumpkin. The girl was so happy, she did not even care about the $9.95 price tag attached to the one can of pumpkin or the $9.95 price tag attached to the one 16 oz tub of shortening. The girl took as much as she could carry in her two hands, made her way to the checkout and rushed home to make pumpkin loaf. A scrumptious bread that requires both shortening and canned pumpkin and hadn't been tasted in her home since living in Canada...
For there on the shelf in an Australian shop stood two of the most missed magical ingredients of all time. Two ingredients that the girl had not baked with in three long years. Shortening and canned pumpkin. The girl was so happy, she did not even care about the $9.95 price tag attached to the one can of pumpkin or the $9.95 price tag attached to the one 16 oz tub of shortening. The girl took as much as she could carry in her two hands, made her way to the checkout and rushed home to make pumpkin loaf. A scrumptious bread that requires both shortening and canned pumpkin and hadn't been tasted in her home since living in Canada...
And the girl made that pumpkin loaf and ate that pumpkin loaf and shared that pumpkin loaf with her hubby (and dog) and together, they lived just a little happier from that day forward.The end.
6 comments:
Amazing!
No shortening? Really. I can understand butterscotch chips and pumpkin. Though I love them, they may be a culturally acquired taste. But shortening?
Is there so much butter on that large island that they never thought to hydrogenate vegetable oil?
And if they do not have graham crackers, what do they feed their children to keep them quiet and happy while they are shopping?
It is an upside down world you live in. :)
Great story! what shop was it? is there an equivalent in Brisbane?
Tracey...you leave the best comments! Make me laugh every time!:)
Clo...I got it at David Jones in the food section. They actually had lots of imported stuff that I've never seen before in other shops. They even had Baconnaise, which Steve and I both agreed is one thing that should never be shipped to other countries!
http://www.baconnaise.com/
Congratulations my friend. Let me start a slow clap for you...
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You are so funny Cari Anna Elaine Henley Dickinson! Next time you are home I hope you have some down time, to have tea with yummy baked stuff, and just be able to chill. Your last visit was such a whirlwind of activity. I still can't believe you didn't get time to come to Connie's or to my place. Come halfway around the world and not have time to get to the places that are home. Strange how these things go. Next time! We miss you!!
like your story. we don't know how lucky we ware to have the things we take for granted. the food looks sco scrumpous. you must love baking. think of you often. waiting for news of a little one on the way. love u aunt gen and nan
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