Dim sims. I’ve been trying for weeks to figure out how to convey what a dim sim is to Americans. It’s kind of like a pork meatball surrounded by the same coating on an eggroll. But that isn’t a fair comparison. They come either fried or steamed, though anyone worth their salt would say that the fried ones taste better (not surprisingly). I’ve had several of them, both steamed and fried, from a number of places, and I enjoy them, but not as much as Aussies. I’ve met more than one Aussie who said they weren’t sure if they could give up dim sims to live overseas for a while.
One friend actually went to Kenya for a while, and upon returning, insisted on having dim sims on the way home from the airport – it was the only thing she missed. In fact, she had tried to get family to figure out how to ship some to her in Africa while she was gone.
The next time you meet an Aussie living internationally, recognize the great sacrifice they have made – the dim sim.



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