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More Than A Love Of The Raw Prawn


"Enthusiasts bang on about the marvellous Aussie 'lifestyle', which basically comes down to eating shellfish outdoors in your pants. Or going to the beach at 9am on a Wednesday covered in zinc cream", writes Victoria Cohen in her column in The Observer.

It's a humourous piece, entirely tongue-in-cheek, pointing a cheeky finger at some of the real reasons you might leave Britain for Australia, following the revelation that Professor Sprout from Hogwarts (Miriam Margolyes) recently took on Australian citizenship, citing 'class distinction' as one reason for her UK departure.

It got me thinking about the lifestyle here in Australia and about shrimps, barbies, and the great Aussie outdoors. And I wondered...

...is there really no more to life here than a love of the raw prawn?

Photo credit: Flickr Creative Commons (paintnothing)

Of course there is.

For a start, we don't eat shellfish outdoors in our pants.

We eat everything outdoors in our pants. We eat breakfast outdoors in our pants, we eat in winter outdoors in our pants. When the air temp reaches a balmy 43 degrees, would you ever want to wear anything other than your birthday suit accompanied by a small pair of undies?

We don't head down to the beach at 9am on a Wednesday.

We head down to the beach every day and even earlier if possible because, by 9am, the sun is already flambaying my flesh thanks to the oil lathered across my shoulders. What else can you do and where else can you do it in a country where the temperature averages 99 degrees Celsius during the hotter months and the words 'furnace' and 'summer' often appear in the same sentence?

So we float in beach pools on our backs, suck on skinny lattes outside Italian-sounding cafes, and grill the best bits of farmyard animals on our public BBQs. And all of this usually before 9am.

The lifestyle here does not include an obsession with our thongs.

It includes an obsession with our thongs and our sunnies, our boardies, our rashies, even our Uggs. If Bear Grylls went man versus wild in Sydney, these are the essentials he'd carry in his survival kit. Highly fashionable, socially acceptable, and an absolute necessity when venturing to the beach. And to the supermarket. And when in the car. And during a work-out. Except for the Uggs of course. In most cases.

We're certainly not just fans of seafood but we are all fans of eating everything, everywhere.

At an average suburb in my neck of the woods, you can dine on Chinese food, Thai food, Indian food, Italian food, American food, Brazilian food, Portuguese food, Lebanese food, Turkish food and, of course, seafood. We love our food to be cooked by someone else, be it takeaway or eating out with a BYO bottle of plonk.

We also like to eat cheap and the Returned and Services Leagues (RSL) clubs crowding the streets of Sydney seem fairly popular. Dinner is purchased at rock-bottom prices, as long as you don't mind listening to the meat raffle, weekend bingo, and vast array of poker machines next door.

With all this food, is it any wonder that we're all getting fatter as rates of obesity and diabetes soar across the country?

But we're not all unhealthy.

Some of us love to exercise at ungodly hours of the day, in all climates, and on all terrains. You'll find us running in the sand, up the stairs, around the headland, and over the dunes. We're in the water and on the water. We're boxing, planking and pushing up. We're far too active in a climate that should force you to slow down and enjoy forty winks in the shade.

I considered myself fit before I moved here. Then I trained with triathletes, marathoners, ironmen, champion windsurfers, beach sand runners, football league legends, and more. I stopped considering myself fit and now consider myself lucky to have survived - and keep on surviving. They do things a little differently here.

So there you have it. Multicultural dining on every corner, a beachside sense of fashion far removed from that of my former home, and an unhealthy love of self-inflicted pain to stay, well, healthy. I rest my case. There is much more to life here than a mere love of the raw prawn. Isn't there?

ISN'T THERE?

What are the stereotypes where you live? What cultural habits, good and bad, have you developed over time?

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4 comments:

NewLifeOnTheRoad said... Add Reply

I have actually heard the saying "we used to eat indoors and use the outdoor toilet....now we eat outdoors, and have an indoor toilet" (cant remember where I heard the saying?) and it sure makes one realise its true!!
We are so used to eating outdoors, especially in the summer months where its cooler under a tree than inside. But in our house (motorhome) there is only three of us who like seafood...hubby (and our boys) prefer a steak!
Love your picture of the big prawn.

Russell V J Ward said... Add Reply

That's so true, especially in these parts. And I think you hit upon two big staples of Australian dining - and two that I'm happy to call cultural habits of my own: eating seafood and steak :)

Yep, the good ole 'big prawn' at Ballina. One of the better-known sights on the roads of New South Wales. But, more importantly, have you seen the Big Banana?

Emma Caroline Lewis said... Add Reply

We had an amazing few days in Sydney and actually did eat at an RSL club somewhere in the depths of the country en route back to Brisbane. It was an astonishing cultural experience - fried ice cream, and a very weird carpet design that made me dizzy. After 25 years in Jamaica, we have developed all kinds of bad (but enjoyable) habits. I think I will have to blog about that!

Russell V J Ward said... Add Reply

Haha, that's great Emma. Fried ice cream and bad carpets. Sounds familiar to me ;-) Looking forward to that blog post!

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