One of my earliest experiences in Australia was having my first Tim Tam in the hotel room in Adelaide after a very long flight. I remember thinking, ‘Oh my God, I have to keep the other one for my husband!’, but then after an hour, saying, ‘Nah’, and eating it myself!
At that time, I was 35 weeks pregnant, and I had a 4-year-old son. We were making our way to Loxton, a town in the Riverland, where my husband had found work as a doctor.
When we finally arrived, everyone in the . . .