• The Tenuous Purpose

    This Blog is built - not, as some might expect, on a flimsy whim but on a strong and single minded principle.

    That principle concerns Biscuits and their position in the world.

    We are really very keen on biscuits.
    As are many of you out there.
    We think.

    We wish to create an archive of Arrowroot, a backlog of Bourbons and a catalogue of Chocolate Fingers. Anybody can contribute an entry - or dispute somebody else's - provided they are not dull.
    Even Americans who perhaps don't really have the heritage of biscuitry that we are fortunate to have here.

    Or maybe they do and we are unaware of the full glory of the cookie.

    We realise that this whole subject is admirably and concisely dealt with by that excellent and unbeatable website A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down. Our feeble efforts will be as the kicking of a gadfly in the face of their wisdom and experience but we hope that we may have a small contribution to make.

  • Biscuit Encounters on Twitter

  • The Synod of Biscuitry

    James Alexander-Sinclair of Blackpitts
    Gardener, Blogger, Journalist, Lecturer etc, etc. Much of his life is spent loafing around other people’s gardens issuing directives and generally cluttering up the place. However, like the great Mr Kipling, he does (occasionally) make exceptionally good gardens. (Although even Mr Kipling messed up a bit with the Carrot and Walnut Mini Classics.)

    Mark Diacono of Otter Farm
    He does sterling work growing many inappropriate plants in Devon. He dedicates a great deal of time and effort nurturing a plethora of plants that are (mostly) totally unsuited to our climate. His is a life of such extreme eccentric dedication that to start a Blog about Biscuits seems perfectly normal. He treads gently in the footsteps of people like the great William Buckland,a professor of Geology who claimed that he could tell location by tasting the local topsoil.

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A Life In Biscuits

alifeinbiscuitsAs a child, my first biscuit was a rusk

A big, milk-pale, sodden handful

At school, some hard imposter of shortbread

Drowned in pink custard

And birthday parties made giddy

By chocolate fingers, silver-wrapped marshmallows

Pink wafers and Jammie Dodgers

At college it was in the canteen
For biscuits, coffee and a smoke

And a gingerbread man from the bakers
While walking to the pub

At work, digestives at the desk, dunked in tea

Crumbs mislaid in piles of paperwork

Every year a festive family box

Rounds of flapjacks baked for friends

Mum’s brandy snaps, sneaky custard creams…
All of life’s formalities eased
With complimentary biscuits perched on saucers
Punctuating those meetings, functions and hotel rooms

And now, in middle age

The truth of all those biscuits is plain to see

Now it’s just oatcakes for me

Trisha Herlihy

3 Responses

  1. *bows before Laureate*

  2. “Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits” – Carl Sandburg.

    A rather neat biscuity/gardening link.

  3. wow, impressive work, I too bow before you.

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