Many years ago, when we still lived in Sydney, both Marius and I worked full time. With two small children, and restricted leave, we struggled to manage the holidays. Our generous parents would help out by letting the children stay with them for a week or two at a time. This meant that rather than having separate 'childminding-only' leave, we were able to take our holidays as a family.
Marius's parents lived about three or four hours drive away, which is easily manageable on a weekend. We would deliver the children, stay over night and drive back to Sydney (and work) the next day. My parents lived in Melbourne, which in those days before multiple by-passes and dual carriageways, was a twelve hour journey, making it impossible to do a return trip in a weekend. We developed a wonderful scheme where we would meet my parents (and sometimes stay overnight) at Holbrook, famous for its submarine. After we had handed over the children, we would head north to Sydney and my parents south back to Melbourne.
If we were not staying overnight, we would stop and have a picnic together in one of the lovely parks. At Holbrook we discovered the Holbrook Bakery (now sadly competing with imitations) where we sampled the meat pies, sausage rolls and especially the lamingtons.
I am delighted to report the Bakery is still operating, and the lamingtons remain fabulous. (A lamington is made from plain sponge cake, cut into 2 inch cubes, dipped in melted chocolate and then covered in dessicated coconut. Avoid ones filled with jam and/or synthetic cream as they are decidedly inferior.)
Just after Christmas last year, on the way up to Forster, we stopped for our picnic at Holbrook. It is the perfect distance from Melbourne for lunch, if you leave between 8 and 9 in the morning. When we pulled up outside the bakery, there were plenty of people milling about, dithering over the menu, but Prima and I walked up to the counter and ordered three meat pies and (amazingly conservative) a half dozen lamingtons. By the time we walked out of the shop with our order, the queue was out the door and onto the footpath. Popular place.
On the way back to Melbourne, Marius and Primus stopped at Holbrook again. They bought 2 dozen lamingtons and managed to eat a quarter of them on their way home.
It is lovely when some things remain the same as the shrine in one's memory.
|Prima and Primus, at Holbrook, c 1992|