Posted by: ilanasmith | April 30, 2008

Lest We Forget

There’s certainly something to be said for getting more patriotic the farther you get from home.

I don’t think I ever really considered Anzac Day as anything more than a day off school until I left Oz.  Now I’ve been to two different Anzac services in two different countries.

A few years ago, we went to the dawn service at the Korean War Memorial in Washington, D.C.  (Kika and Dan’s wedding was the night before.  We may have been still awake.  I hesitate to comment on our BAC.)

That was a pretty amazing experience, even considering the general fog I’m recalling it through.  I rather like the Korean War Memorial, and in the dawn light, it’s even better.  Peter Costello was there and spoke, and I forgot my feelings on that man’s politics for long enough to be damn impressed.

This year, I toddled off to the service at the Australian Ambassador’s house.  A lovely spot on a hill in Charlottenlund.  It felt quite wrong to be having an Anzac Service in the daylight, with a nice view of Sweden.  (Then again, the days are getting long again here so sunrise would be at an hour more ungodly than usual.)

3. Wreaths 5. Australia and New Zealand and Denmark...and a nice view of Sweden.

The Turkey was there.  (I’m operating under the assumption that "the Turkey" is an appropriate term to describe the Turkish Ambassador.  Like "Galactica Actual".)  He read that passage from Kemal Ataturk that ends with "You, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have become our sons as well.’  He stole the show.

In an effort to spread Australian goodness all over the world like pixie dust, I also made Anzac biscuits and took them to work.  Yep, I located the "oven" in that funny kitchen-room, and put things in it to be chemically altered with heat.

1. Anzac Biscuits Production Line 2. Anzac Biscuits!

We’re going through a spate of public holidays here at the moment and while Friday was a work day, there still weren’t that many people around.  Because I made a triple batch of Anzac biscuits (it wasn’t like I was going to be using the ingredients for other baking projects), the thought of coconut and/or golden syrup currently makes me mildy nauseated.



  1. Only somebody *I* know would use the term "Galactica Actual" in an Anzac Day blog entry.  Anyhoo, Anzac biscuits? I didn’t even know there was such a thing.

  2. In about a week, I’ll have recovered sufficiently that I’ll be able to tell you that Anzac biscuits are totally the goodness.

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