Sitting at home on the eve of Waitangi Day with a
glass of wine cup of tea reading the news (#rockstarlondonlife) I was anticipating a bit of patrisim. The New Zealand Herald, Stuff.co.nz and Facebook were my voyers to life at home. Alas. My patriotic excitement was flatened like the Punakaikai Pancake Rocks. I felt like I had been slapped in my kiwi face with a chocolate fish.
Negativity consumed the media. I don’t know why I was expecting to read or see anything different – maybe it’s because I’m 18,324km from home – rose tinted glasses, grass is greener and all that jazz – because in reality year on year the majority of the country’s patriarchy is clouded by the minority radicals and the political issues surrounding our national day.
Us expats over in London will find any reason to celebrate our roots, boast about our clean, green islands a world away from the real world and all of its problems. So while us girls didn’t join the 30 odd thousand Kiwi’s on the annual pubcrawl through central London, we explored five different supermarkets across three potscodes to find the perfect ingredients for our own Waitangi Day celebration.
While listening to Lorde and Six60, we ate Kiwi Onion Dip with carrot sticks. We cooked New Zealand lamb doused in rock salt and rosemary, accompanied by traditional roast vegetables while sipping on a glass of Oyster Bay Pinot Noir. We giggled to Flight of the Conchords while we whipped some cream, cut up a kiwifruit and created our own mini pavlovas for dessert. We moved on to our second
glass bottle of Pinot laughing so hard our faces hurt watching Taika Waititi’s mockumentary ‘What we do in the Shadows’.
TTPA, new flags, old flags, foreshores, seabeds, labour, national…Wai can’t we just put all of that aside for one day and treasure the gem of a place four million of us Kiwi’s call home?