Today is Anzac Day. I'll let Wikipedia explain the details of this particular holiday, but it's a veterans/war memorial holiday with strong, sombre overtones. And biscuits. And by "biscuits", I mean "cookies", but you're not allowed to call them cookies. They're Anzac Biscuits.

Miranda asked first thing this morning if we had Anzac Biscuits for the holiday. (We didn't. We did go out and get some. They're pretty tasty.) Later in the evening, I pondered aloud the origin of Anzac Biscuits and whether the story I'd heard about them (something about soldiers on the battlefield making cookies with the stuff in their mess kits) was even remotely true (I didn't think it was. Turns out I was right.)

In fact, the actual origin of these tasty bickies (that's short for "biscuits") is still somewhat mysterious. Thankfully, Allyson Gofton did the research on their origin, and it's a pretty interesting read.

Oatmeal cookies, with an interesting history and a lot of popular myths surrounding them. Lest we forget.