Something very strange is occurring.
My accent and passport may still be British but recently the part of my brain which controls my cravings has gone a little bit Aussie.
It started with some toast.
For as far back as my memory takes me, one of my ultimate comfort dishes has been peanut butter toast and a cup of breakfast tea. After every trip, not matter what time of the day or night I got home again, I’d step through the door and pop on the kettle and shove bread in the toaster, sometimes (I’ll confess) before I’d even showered.
This comforting ritual is one of the things I love most about coming home. I would always stock the cupboards before going away or stop at the Co-Op on the way home if I needed fresh milk. This was my coming home thing.
But the last couple times I’ve been away travelling I’ve landed in Sydney with different cravings. In what is the most blatant example of my becoming Sydney-fied, I landed back from my last jaunt overseas and really, really wanted – wait for it – sourdough toast slathered with avocado.
Gasp. Who is this woman and what has she done with the original me??
I still love my ritual cup of tea. It’s the first thing I have every morning and my first priority when I get home from a trip. But shortly after I finish my tea I now find myself drawn to the local cafe – gasping for a decent latte with maybe just a slither of toasted banana bread topped with melted butter.
I know. So shockingly unBritish.
It’s happening with chocolate too. Don’t get me wrong I’ll always be a Galaxy girl but when it cost $6 a bag for the imported Minstrels in Coles I’ve had to make some substitutions. I made friends with Caramello Koala shortly after moving to Sydney and now they’ve become my go-to pick-me-up. I didn’t even use to like caramel chocolate.
Some things won’t change though. I’ll always prefer a good British biccie. (Sorry Arnott’s but you can never be McVitie’s. Also note to Coles: it would be great if you could stock the whole of Fox’s range and not just the cookies?)
I wail on a weekly basis about how I miss Marks and Spencer and recently found myself longing for a night at Pizza Express. (Garlic dough balls get in ma belly).
But I guess I’ll let myself long for the odd latte and avocado with sourdough whilst living in Sydney. Because at the end of the day I know I can always rely on my Mum to have a giant Cath Kitson mug of tea, tin full of biscuits (Hobnobs ideally) and Farmhouse bread* with peanut butter waiting for me when I come for a visit.
*Not so subtle hint. Yes Farmhouse bread from M&S please, mum. And chocolate Hobnobs. Lovely, thank you. See you in a few weeks!
8 thoughts on “Expat Diaries: In Which I Develop Aussie Cravings”
Yes! I’ve started craving avo on toast and a flat white when I land. (I even call it “avo” on toast!).
What traitors we are!!
I’m suffering the opposite, as a Kiwi living in the UK! I even found myself craving my favorite UK treats whilst home in NZ for a visit recently!
But it’s always nice to know there is someone at home that can send care packages when you need them 😉
That is helpful. Plus, have you been to the Aussie shop in Covent Garden? I think they have Kiwi treats too!
Made me reflect on my own cravings for Russian food and whether they even occur anymore, after living abroad for 6 years! Switching from tea to coffee is what happened to me too. Russia, where I am from, is a tea-drinking nation, while in the USA, where I live now, it’s impossible to find decent tea.
USA definitely seems to have a different approach to tea and coffee than Europe doesn’t it. Too much sugar in both for my tastes!
Haha I love this post I’ve been living in Thailand for 4 months now and I’ve also noticed my tastebuds and cravings changing.
Gone are my ritual morning cereal bowls and hello to wonderful sticky rice with spicy dipping sauce.
I never even liked spicy food before Thailand
Gosh that is a transition. Even after years of travelling Asia I’m still a continental breakfast kind of girl 😉