
My mum is a proper Aussie, meaning, she raised me on pavlova and regret-drenched love ballads sung by the torchiest torch light singers of the 60s. And Abba. Australians looooooove Abba (if you don’t believe me, just watch Muriel’s Wedding). But back to Pavlova and my mum. My mum baked a lot of fabulous things when I was growing up. […]
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