A movie critic [or was it a social commentator] hailed its Aussieness by pointing out that in this family's dining room was the stereotypically huge collection of sauces and condiments used in every Aussie home worth the name. Right now, even as you and he reads this, Kev is spouting about what nonsense this is. But I have to say I think Kev is in denial. A quick look in our kitchen is my proof.
Condiment shelf in fridge |
Bland food antidotes |
They are not from a single source. The Asian shop Kev favors, Kakulas I favor, Penzeys from back home and the local grocery store all have contributed to the Cuisine du Callaghan served up in this very Australian kitchen. It is what I came to, not created. So I tend to agree with the aforementioned TV/social commentator about the Australian kitchen and dining table.
These last few blog entries have given you the full tour of the house. We're back in the real world next time.
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