Our family doesn't have too many traditions but there is always one thing I remember from when I was a little girl. Every year we would always run up to Grandma's kitchen and make Anzac Biscuits with her on Anzac Day.
I remember how warm the kitchen was and how special I felt that I was able to do help, I also remember tasting the mixture before we put them in the oven and we'd always make one extra large biscuit to see how it would turn out (it was always super gooey but still delicious!!).
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