ANZAC ‘Remembrance’ cookies

May 7, 2013

When I was a little girl and up until late in high school, each ANZAC Day the family would all get up early and Mum would pin a piece of fresh rosemary to our collars – for remembrance*. We’d all catch the train into town and I remember the eerie but strangely comforting clinking sound of all the medals echoing through the underground walkway from Town Hall Station. Up on George Street we’d secure a pozzie and watch and clap and wave and wait excitedly until we saw ‘the banner with the triangle and the horse’, and right behind, the most handsome soldier of all. My Pop. Who, for as long as he was physically able, marched proudly with his buddies in the 1st Australian Mountain Battery until he became too frail. Most of the time he’d see us in the crowd and give us a little smile never wavering too far from his perfect marching, sometimes he wouldn’t see us. But thinking back I can’t really think of a more proud feeling as seeing him march by.

Somewhere along the line my little brother, Tim with his sax and pith helmet was thrown into the mix along with his school marching band who marched round in loops for the whole 4 hours of the march playing cheery tunes and keeping a good marching beat. My big-sister-pride and genuine love of the marching songs saw me running along side them up and down George Street like a dorky groupie.

As I got older, and started pondering more about what it all meant, the novelty and pride of seeing my Pop in the march was surpassed by an overwhelming mix of feelings which means that now, as an adult, I find ANZAC Day really emotional. For years since Pop stopped marching and since he passed away, I still pin rosemary to my collar, but usually stay in and watch the TV coverage of the march and then the dawn services in Turkey and France.

Last year on ANZAC day, I woke up early to a stunning crisp Autumn morning and decided to jump on the bus into town and embrace my emotions for once. On the way I stopped off to visit my friend, Jen, who was in the early stages of labour with bub # 2 and I thought a coffee and pastry might be a nice little distraction for her. I remember the bus ride after into town feeling nervous and excited – nervous for Jen about what she was about to go through, and excited that the next time I’d hear from her would be with joyous news. Once in town and under the shelter of sunglasses, I stood with a lump in my throat amongst the crowd on the corner of George and Bathurst streets in the brilliant sunshine for 2 hours with strangers, not talking, just clapping and discreetly crying out all my big emotions and thoughts:

Missing Pop.

Appreciation for the few elderly men and women from WWII who are still alive and able to participate; wondering about each of their experiences of war; and a different kind of appreciation that I’ll never know or understand what they went through.

Respect for and all the kids and grandkids marching in place of their relatives with medals on the right side of their chests.

Wondering how many on-lookers were here to pay respect to relatives they’d never met because they never made it back from war.

Comfort in the realisation of the strangers standing with me, also wiping their cheeks in silence. And wondering who they’re missing and remembering.

The strange mix of emotions seeing so many of the young Aussie men and women who are currently actively involved in wars on behalf of us. And at the same time, feeling an overwhelming pride to be an Aussie and so thankful to live in this peaceful country.

This year on ANZAC Day, I was invited to Harry’s first bday celebration – lucky Harry gets a public holiday on his birthday every year! So I decided I wanted to make up a batch of ANZAC cookies to take along for Harry and his party guests. Dairy free and gluten free was the order of the day so seeing as I had to alter the traditional recipe, I thought I’d add in some rosemary as I keep hearing more and more about using herbs in desserts; and I’d also seen another recipe which incorporated the sweet-tart pomegranate syrup so I thought I’d use this in place of Golden Syrup – as a little ‘nod’ to Turkey being the accidental grave site for so many of our WWI soldiers. While these aren’t as sweet as your traditional (much loved!) ANZAC cookies, they have a nice little sentimental twist.

ingredients

  • 1 cup quinoa flakes (can use rolled oats if OK with gluten)
  • 2/3 cup of coconut flakes
  • 1 cup gluten free plain flour (or regular plain flour, spelt, etc)
  • 2/3 cup coconut sugar
  • 1 1/2 tsp finely chopped fresh rosemary
  • 5 Tbsp coconut oil, melted
  • 2 Tbsp pomegranate molasses
  • 1 Tbsp boiling water
  • 1 1/2 tsp bicarb soda
  • 1 tsp pure vanilla extract

method

  1. Preheat oven to 170° C.
  2. In a large bowl combine quinoa flakes, coconut flakes, flour, coconut sugar & rosemary.
  3. Gently heat the coconut oil and pomegranate molasses in a medium saucepan, and once the coconut oil has melted into a liquid add the boiling water and bi carb, stir quickly (it will bubble up) then pour into the dry mix.
  4. Mix with a wooden spoon until well combined
  5. Roll heaped tablespoons of the mixture into slightly flat balls and place on a baking tray lined with baking paper.
  6. Bake for 10 minutes, then take out and gently push each ball down with the back of a spoon (this will compact the mixture and ensure it stays a little ‘tacky’ in the middle, which I like)
  7. Return to the oven for a further 5 mins or so, or longer if you like them really crunchy.
  8. Cool on wire rack (they will harden as they cool)

These will store in airtight jars / containers / tins for up to a month.

* The significance of rosemary for ANZAC Day is 2-fold. Firstly, the herb is said to have aromatic properties which stimulate the memory; and secondly, rosemary was (and perhaps still is?) growing wild on the slopes of Gallipoli (the failed invasion of Gallopoli, in Turkey in WWI was where many Australian & New Zealand soldiers were killed).

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5 Comments

  • Reply Alex Graham May 7, 2013 at 8:13 pm

    What a beautiful post! Food with meaning. Love it!

  • Reply alex shain May 7, 2013 at 9:14 pm

    Beautiful words, Sal.

    x

  • Reply doughaselwood May 7, 2013 at 9:29 pm

    Dearest Sal,
    Thank you for posting such a heartwarming and personal blog as this one. Anzac Day for me is one of the things that makes me weep openly of the loss, torment and ultimately strength of those current and past that have fought for an ideal that so many of us take for granted now.

    My granddad too, like so many of his generation took the long march to the unknown in WW2 and whom was lucky enough to come home.

    As those men get old and pass, it is essential for us to keep the memory and strength of the ANZAC alive.

    Thank you for doing this.

    • Reply sassybites May 7, 2013 at 9:36 pm

      Glad you enjoyed it Douggie. There’s no one left alive in Pop’s battalion anymore, so there’s no banner and no mention of the Australian Mountain Battery anymore in the TV coverage. Same goes for so many other units too which I think is really sad! Wouldn’t it be great if ALL the banners could remain in the march, I’m sure they could rustle up a few scouts to carry them.

  • Reply Roy Milford May 7, 2013 at 9:45 pm

    Lovely words Sassy. Makes me cloud up a bit.

    Dad…xxx

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