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Putting a damper on things
Which is why it’s unsurprising that the few truly authentic Australian foods all require beer. After all, they are all invented by Australians, a bunch of lanky crocodile wrestlers who nightly drink me under the table with Carleton Draft, Toohey’s New, and Victoria Bitter. That’s not true actually; some of them wrestle emus instead. While camping in Kings Canyon (of 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert’ fame) our bushman guide started with a bowl gripped between his knees, filled with flour. No, wait, first he got a stubby out of the esky and knocked back half of it. There was a hose with running water, so that got sprayed into the bowl for a bit, as did all the remaining beer. He kneaded it a few times, formed it into a round shape, stuck it in a black cast-iron pot, and buried it under the coals of our camp fire with a big-assed shovel.
Here’s a slightly less authentic recipe. Australian Cattleman’s Damper Bread Spoon the whole thing into a greased pan, smooth the top (and maybe dust with some flour if you’re feeling posh). Bake it for an hour until the top looks golden brown. Rip off chunks and shove in mouth. Posted by zaf at August 19, 2005 6:56 AMTrackback PingsTrackBack URL for this entry: CommentsIn defense of Yorkshire pudding, I'm a big fan! Made in a muffin pan with juices baked in, and served with roast beef and gravy? Delicious! Posted by: MJF at August 19, 2005 9:01 AM Post a comment |
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