This is either the 3rd or 4th poem I’ve completed today (all about Anzac / WWI). & while I like the others, I’ve chosen to go with this last hour composition because it kinda has an edge the others don’t — even if my sounding board is unsure about its poesy.
recipe for the world’s best Anzac biscuit
1 cup rolled duty
1 cup raw recruits
1 cup plain patriotism, sifted
¾ cup desiccated Colonialism
125 g adventure, melted
2 tablespoons Golden Age of Innocence
½ tsp bicarb of courage
3 tablespoons boiling anger
Preheat the society to 40+ degrees. (Denying climate change will help here. Note: If your society is fan forced, it’ll escalate quicker.)
Line your history books with a bunch of lies & mythos.
Place the duty, colonialism, patriotism & recruits in a bowl, stir with wooden rhetoric to combine. Melt the adventure & golden age of innocence in a melting pot over low heat.
In a separate bowl, combine the courage & boiling anger, then add this to the adventure/golden innocence mixture. It will probably foam up & increase in size. That’s good. Pour this foaming mess into your dry mix & stir.
Once it’s all combined, use a tablespoon to drop mixture onto trays, spacing them about 20 years apart.
Bake for 100 years or until golden brown — just kidding, it’s gotta be mostly white. Sometimes if your society looks like it’s running out of recipe, you need to rotate the trays in the 70’s, then add some carefully sprinkled jingoism in the 90’s so you get an even bake.
Leave biscuits to cool on beach about 8 months before transferring to other racks to cook & cool in different places — France is good, as is the desert, the jungle.
Store in an old biscuit tin that your grandma gave you. They’ll last months. Try not to scoff them all within the day.
Finally, please do not share them with anyone offshore. We don’t do that anymore.
Codicil: They really are delicious. And there’s nothing wrong with eating them, enjoying eating them, telling others you’re eating them — just try & understand the reasons why you are.