My mother, originally from Sydney, met my father in the United States and moved to America in 1988.
My mom is an excellent cook, but she has never enjoyed baking very much.
Once a year though, she promised to spend as much time and effort as needed to bring to life one of these “Australian Women’s Weekly” cakes for our birthdays (sometimes with a bit of help from visiting Aussie friends).
We cherished those platypus, punk rocker, Dolly Varden, tea party, swimming pool, and basketball cakes. But mostly we cherished the Aussie tradition here in the United States. And, of course, my friends were always jealous of these amazing Australian cakes.
Can’t wait to keep passing this tradition through the next generations!