How I cringe at my thoughtlessness (I liked the green ones best). Just think: I was decapitating people. And what a wakeup call it is to learn that the polar folks don't really eat vanilla ice cream squares coated in chocolate. I had so envied them.
Now that I'm sensitised to the issue, I find our classic Kiwi cookbooks and confectionery are awash in further wrongdoing. I'll be lodging a raft of complaints myself, at many high levels, as a result, and under numerous headings.
Cultural insensitivity to Maori: Here I'm citing the Aunt Daisy Cookbook for its Maori Kisses (Eggless). What is the meaning behind the egglessness? Was she implying that Maori don't know how to bake? Worse, was she suggesting that they lack chickens? And in passing, was there a hint that Maori osculate, when we all know they hongi?
She goes on through the whole list, and if you like a bit of anti-PC with your morning cuppa, we reckon it's a great read - enjoy!