Published on 31 December 2024 by Andrew Owen (1 minutes)
While I was digging around in my New Zealand road trip journal for the Anzac biscuits recipe, I found this recipe next to it. Apparently I did quite a lot of baking during my stay in the Brown Kiwi in Auckland. It was the top hostel listed in a French backpacker’s guide, so there was a large French contingent. I remember playing two hours of football one Sunday with them. They were much younger and seemed unaffected afterward, while I was barely able to walk. But mostly I remember the evenings spent drinking pastis and playing cards. I also remember Patrice, the professional French baker who couldn’t cook anything in a pan without blackening it. In fairness, they were not great pans.