Pop's Damper
Around the campfire
For twenty years, Dad stood at the barbecue on Christmas Day with a look of absolute authority and a stubby in his left hand. Nobody was allowed within two metres of the grill. "It's a feeling thing," he'd say when anyone asked for the recipe. "You can't write down a feeling."
Mum eventually staged an intervention. She stood in the kitchen doorway with a notepad and refused to bring out the potato salad until he dictated. What followed was twenty minutes of "a splash of this" and "a good glug of that" while Mum translated into actual measurements.
The secret ingredient — Vegemite — was revealed with the gravity of a state secret. He says it's the umami. We say it's the theatre.
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