This week presented (yet another) chance to represent our home country with food. Of course I could have taken a packet of tim tams. Yes, we sometimes have them. Sent over by adored friends like Kate and Rob. Or, I could have taken our tin of Milo (thanks to a friend’s visiting mother-in-law for that one). Lamb is far too expensive to share with a large group of people, and vegemite is generally unpopular at these sort of gatherings, I find.
Brainwave. Lamingtons! A wild idea that came from nowhere, nurtured by a husband’s sudden declaration that he’d kill for a lamington.
But here’s the thing. To be authentic and visually appealing, lamingtons must be (of all things) square. An extremely unforgiving shape for baking at home. Even if you decide to go ahead and purchase a square baking tin, they may still defy you and (for unathomable reasons of their own) fail to rise to squareness in the middle.
Another warning I’d like to issue: icing them is a two-person job. Or even a three-person job. Might we say in this instance, a 3.7 person job?
Other thoughts:
Don’t leave the icing part till the last minute. Very bad idea. Make sure the icing stays runny. Set the bowl over boiling water. Don’t dip them, spoon it over and let your “squares” drip. Don’t scrimp on the coconut. The visual appeal goes down proportionately with the amount of coconut left in your bowl, until you curse the day you bought only one packet. Finally, if you don’t live in a far off place where lamingtons are unknown, ignore all of the above and buy them. As one member of team lamington exclaimed last night, “who would ever sell these for a dollar?”