Dad's BBQ Marinade
Christmas Day tradition
Nanna June made these every Sunday afternoon in her kitchen in Ballarat. The lino was peeling and the oven ran hot on the left side, but she knew it like she knew her own hands. Mum learnt standing on a wooden stool at age six, flour in her hair, watching Nanna's hands move with a sureness that only comes from decades of repetition.
The mixing bowl — a heavy ceramic thing with a chip on the rim — is the same one. Three generations of scones have been turned out of it. The recipe was never written down until Mum finally pinned Nanna to the kitchen table with a pen and paper. Even then, Nanna kept saying "a bit of this, a bit of that" and Mum had to translate on the fly.
before the cards fade...
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