Wow, time flies! Between getting work sorted after coming back from New Zealand, starting a course at a community college, and finding a flat of my own – I have just been busy, to say the least.
Being in Sydney has been great, and I’ve been here so long that I sometimes forget where I am – even driving on the wrong side of the road is starting to feel normal! However, many occurances involving Australian food often leave me dumbfounded and put me back in my place. Here are a few good Aussie food adventures to get a better idea of what I mean:
Ok, Australia, what were you thinking? This stuff is just… not… good. I mean, yes, I’ve heard its an acquired taste and you either love it or you hate it, but still, I don’t think I could actually make myself taste it enough times to acquire that love. For those who don’t know what Vegemite is, well its a yeasty paste that is popular on toast with a little butter (not by itself) or on sandwiches. I’ve heard about it forever, and had plenty of opportunities to try it, yet only just gave in recently. Sorry guys, just not my thang.
When I first got here, I kept hearing the word “capsicum” thrown around. Finally, I found out that peppers, like bell peppers, are actually called capsicums in this part of the world. That explains the confused looks I got at Subway! When I approached the Aussies I know and explained that we just call them peppers, they were like, “Well how do you know when you are talking about pepper like the spice or vegetable?”
“Context,” I said.
They all think that is stupid. Do you know what I think is stupid? I find it confusing that they call ketchup “tomato sauce” and fries “chips”. These are both examples of items they have to differentiate using (duh duhduh duhhhhh) c-o-n-t-e-x-t! 🙂
Have you ever walked through a room just after someone sprayed something in the air, getting those little particles in your mouth so you can taste it. Imagine now that person is your grandmother, and that something is a perfume. Also, if you can imagine doing this just after eating something sweet, then you have what a musk stick tastes like.
I was so confused when a bag of musk sticks was brought out at a barbeque. Everyone was grabbing at them with pure desire, while I took one bite and began to gag. I seriously got the sensation of perfume in my mouth, and when everyone else saw my look of disgust, I was immediately outcasted.
I can’t imagine growing up in America without having spent time around a campfire making s’mores. When I was brought along to Merry Beach, I made sure to bring along some items to make something resembling this American treat. But, where are the graham crackers?! That’s right… They don’t have those here (hear that, Mom?). I found some other cookies and had to make do, and they were worth it – straight hits with the Aussies.