Thinking about food and my childhood

Well how's that for a specific post title.

I am in the mood for some simple cooking today. So I had a look on the interwebs for a recipe and found one from my childhood - Weetbix and marshmallow slice. And that's what I'm going to do in a minute once lunch is ready. I am amazed that none of my friends have ever heard of what I think of as a quintiscential Australian food (Weetbix slice that is) so maybe I'll convince them?

It got me thinking (again) about food that I ate as a child. Handmade bread, lots of meat-and-three-veg, lots of eggs, and pikelets, and beef stroganoff, and nasi goreng from a box, lasagne from homemade bolognese, tinned two fruit and icecream, meatloaf, chicken legs, gluten steaks, gluten patties in tomato sauce, Anzac biscuits, ... it goes on.

With the move away from eating at home and towards eating out, where we tend to eat the Same Dish regardless of where we eat, and where eating different cuisine is not the indulgence it used to be.

Oh look - it's a privelege example. Again.

Mix Master flashbacks

When I was little, my mother had a Mix Master. It had a particular smell to it - slightly sweet and a smidge oily and a lot of spice. She used it for cakes and bread and lots of other things and the sound of it is a lovely flashback to my childhood.

Anyway, I am now lusting after a Kitchen Aid.
To make bread. To make cakes. To make those desserts that I want to. It is TOTALLY a want, and I know that until maybe my 30th I'm not going to be able to justify such an indulgence, but I can still write about it, right? And label the post properly...