could just be a more important national day than Australia Day. The city swelled this morning with crowds and the best part was that not one single shop was open, just pubs and cafes. Today is actually the first time I have experienced the ANZAC parade in Sydney City and I could not help but feel an amazing sense of pride and admiration as I reflected on the many meanings of war and its effect on us all.
While I was standing there in the rain my thoughts then turned to comfort food (as I tend to do). I was thinking about how good a fresh batch of ANZAC biscuits would be. I remember them from when I was a child and my Mum protecting the biscuits from little fingers as the hot baking tray was pulled from the oven. Everyone knows that the best time to eat one of these biscuits is when they are still hot and chewy. I reckon a mobile van with an oven freshly baking these for the punters would have just been fantastic on this cool, damp and grey Sydney ANZAC day.