20/05/22 Civic Duty and the Democracy Dessert

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Voting is a very important and necessary thing to do, and an important and necessary part of voting is the democracy sausage that is sold at polling booths around the country on election day.  One of the tragedies of pre-polling is that all those conscientious people who vote early end up missing out on their democracy sausage.  Of course they could just go home to cook a sausage and wrap it up in soggy white bread with too much tomato sauce, but that just wouldn't taste the same.

We braved the lack of democracy sausages and voted early, just to make sure that there would be no hiccups with the fact that we were still registered in Queensland and therefore had to vote in absentia for Maranoa.  Voting went without a hitch and I even went the extra civic mile and donated blood after I voted.

If you timed your donation right you could get lunch there as well. Now don't be silly, that wasn't blood in the bottle.

After the voting and the blood-letting we wandered the mall feeling that something just wasn't right, and finally realised that the lack of democracy sausage was the cause of our discontent.  As luck would have it, we had recently found out about a democracy dessert which was unique to South Australia: the Frog Cake.

So we went and had Frog Cakes in lieu of democracy sausage.

I still think the brown one should be called a Cane Toad Cake, but I guess there aren't any cane toads in South Australia, so no-one here has thought of that.

So who gets the cane toad?

With the world of democracy dining set to rights we wandered through the Mall,

My favourite Adelaide building detail.

...and along the River Torrens on the way back to the car.

The walk beside the river was very nice.

We weren't patriotic enough to have sausages in soggy bread for dinner so left over pasta had to do the trick, but that didn't matter. We were happy to relax in the knowledge that we had both fulfilled our societal obligations and the cat didn't allow us to rest on our laurels: as far as he was concerned the only thing that mattered was that we were late with his evening brush and he needed a lap in which to sleep.

Brushed and on a lap: all was good in the world.



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