I am waiting for a certain friend in Victoria to make me some Anzac biscuits , or cookies as Americans insist on calling them. Americans shouldn't really make them, but I will make an exception as she will be a Fair Dinkum Aussie soon and thus the instant expectation will fall upon her, so I will give her the opportunity to get some practice in beforehand.
At 66 years, a yummy Anzac biscuit in my mouth is the closest thing to an orgasm for me and there is just as much licking up the crumbs as licking up the other stuff.
Only Aussies and Kiwis normally have the natural savvy to make them |