10/01/2024
IT’S BEEN A DREAM OF MINE for a very long time to own an Aga. I know our climate in Australia or my finances for that matter, don’t really go hand-in-hand with an Aga gurgling away all day BUT there’s just something about them. Maybe it’s my early childhood memories of my Mum, Nan and a Great Aunt or two gathered around a scrubbed kitchen table in my Great Aunty Silvie’s farm house kitchen, in the middle of summer, peeling and preserving stone fruit in 40 degree heat. No matter how hot it was, the wood-fired Aga was always lit as it was the only source for cooking and hot water.
My Aunty Silvie was a lifelong member of the CWA and all her flawless cakes were lovingly cooked in that Aga for many many years. I was so lucky to be surrounded by a gaggle of Great Aunts and a Nan who spoiled my sisters and I rotten with proper afternoon teas full of cakes, slices and, of course, sao biscuits with cheese and tomato 😉. The tea was poured from a teapot and sipped from proper cups and saucers. Everything (except for the saos of course) was cooked by someone or multiple someones sitting at the table. We took it all for granted and didn’t realise how lucky we were until we lost it. Now all we have are our memories of our “oldies” and the times we spent with them.
