![]() ![]() It binds generations and keeps families connected to their history. The smell of vanilla and custard powder always takes me back to her kitchen.įood can really connect us to people, time and places. Mum would always make an extra sponge cake just for me, which I would eat plain, straight from the oven. Her cakes marked so many special occasions. She would douse them with liqueur and fill them with custard before decorating with rich buttercream. Looking back now, one of my fondest memories growing up as a child was sitting on the kitchen bench, ‘helping’ my Mum as she made her legendary sponge cakes. It’s this melting pot of food customs that has helped make Australia such an interesting and delicious place to live today. This acceptance has allowed different cultures to continue their traditions with pride, pass them on to generations to come, and share them with others. If only I had heard this when I was growing up! Someone sitting with us joined in the conversation and said she always wished she were Italian. We bonded over the fact that both our families had that same tradition, and reminisced about our childhoods with food. I was recently at a function talking to another Italian girl about the biscuits my family always made at Christmas time. This openness and acceptance is something I see everywhere in Australia today. This can be challenging, but if embraced, can give our own ideas perspective and help shape a more worldly outlook beyond our own cultural limitations. Having a diverse culture is something people have grown to appreciate and admire.įor me, working with and getting to know people from different cultures has made me more considerate of the fact that people might think differently to me. ![]() Today, the customs I grew up wishing away are now widely accepted – sought after and celebrated, even. Our customs weren’t seen as ‘Australian’ so I didn’t always feel comfortable inviting my friends over to share the experience.īut we’ve come a long way since. Back then the things we did as a family, like making homemade passata and pork sausages, made me feel ‘different’. ![]() As a teenager growing up in Australia, my Italian heritage didn’t always sit comfortably with me. ![]()
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