Tuesday, 15 April 2008
I made two lots of Lolly Cake tonight. One lot is stickier than the other. This is because one recipe (which I've since discarded) said to heat the condensed milk. However, this only made it goopy. (Still tastes yummy though.) The second recipe didn't mention heating the condensed milk. This one turned out better.
The only recipes I have for Lolly Cake come from books that date back to the seventies. I had to use Eskimo lollies because hard marshmellow lollies are no longer available. I wonder why? While on the subject - does anyone know if they make the lollies known as Smokers anymore? I guess the name Smokers isn't allowed now. Not P.C. (Which makes me wonder why Eskimo lollies are still allowed.)
As a child, I never associated Smokers lollies with the act of smoking. They owned their very own connotation - that of very small, very pink lollies in tiny cellophane packets. I associated them with the pictures' (films / movies/ flicks) and the threepenny tray.
The Lolly Cake I made is for sending over to S and E in Japan. Lolly Cake is an iconic NZ treat (found in any good cake shop / cafe) but not obtainable in Japan.
Addendum: Due to the interest from readers unused to the culture of New Zealand, I have decided to elaborate a little on the ingredients needed to make the cake.
Lolly = candy.
Eskimo lollies - best described as a hard marshmallow formed into the shape of Eskimos. They come in the colours pink, yellow and green and form the typical stained-glass colours found in lolly cake.
Malt biscuits = 'cookies' with a malt flavour. One of many kiwi standbys in the realm of biscuits (a.k.a. Iconic Cookie.)
Highland Condensed Milk - A creamy, sticky substance that forms the 'glue' holding the malt biscuits and marshmallows together.
And Smokers lollies - candy with an aniseed and clove flavour (other NZers may have their own descriptions) that for some unknown reason, went by the name of Smokers.
None of my poems were chosen as one of the Best New Zealand poems; however, one of them, 'no new broom' was mentioned in the Introduction by this year's judge, Paula Green. Congratulations to all the poets whose poems were selected and/or mentioned.
no new broom
In 1957 she didn’t trust
‘new-fangleds’. The brand-new electrolux
with its attachments lay still
in its box, its flexi-hose the neck
of a dead goose.
She far preferred
old brooms to any new
ones. Especially her favourite
with its bristles all leaning to the left
towards the ocean worn down from years
Kay McKenzie Cooke