As a child I hated ginger nuts. They were too hard for my little teeth, and I loathed them only slightly more than malted milk, which always tasted to me like they had gone stale. We used to call them manky milks. Needless to say we ate both types of biscuit anyway, but only as a last result.
But my aversion wasn’t just down to the fact that they were like eating small rounds of concrete, I used to be decidedly unfond of ginger. I did not like it or anything that contained anything other than a tiny amount of it.
But things have changed dramatically. And changed in the last six months too. Which is probably symptomatic of something. I’m using a lot of fresh ginger in cooking and have found a passion for ginger beer (no sniggering at the back) For the record, exhaustive tasting has shown that Barr’s Original Ginger Beer is the best (availble in Waitrose in glass “Corona” bottles).
So where is this leading? To a newfound passion for ginger nuts?
You must be joking. They are still awful, awful awful
But Sainsbury’s Taste The Difference Chocolate Ginger Cookies? They are absolutely divine.
The Garden Monkey