From the category archives:
Life recently has been rather exciting, if a little hectic: a trip to London, another to Milan – on which more soon but meals were taken al fresco in picturesque settings and gelato was eaten – and a 3-day wedding in South Tyrol to ready ourselves for (I’m going to sing!), as well as the usual day to day.
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I realised the other day that for most of the last eight or nine years, I’ve lived in countries where I require a visa. The level of hassle involved with applying depends on where I am, and the length of time between renewals varies also but despite the fact that I know I’m privileged to even have a passport and be able to travel more or less freely, it’s something I could really do without.
I didn’t come here to whine though – what I was wondering when I made these biscuits is: if you are part of an invading army, do you need a passport and visa?
ANZAC stands for Australia/New Zealand Army Corps and it’s said that these biscuits were sent to them in Europe during the Second World War. It sounds fairly plausible – the amount of butter contained within would probably preserve them for long enough that they’d taste at least mildly palatable upon arrival.
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