• 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.

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    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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Cupboard Love

They’ve only been married three weeks, but he’s missing his mother.

‘She would always make these biscuits when I came home from school,’ he tells his wife. ‘Later, she’d bring them to university. And to work. They tasted of love. Do you think…?’

His young wife is young, determined to do her best for him. She spends hours baking, but he’s horrified at the result. ‘Our love is misshaped,’ he says. ‘And slightly burnt.’

Later, in his sleep, she hears him whispering the secret name his mother would call her special homemade biscuits. ‘Hobnobs,’ he says smiling, again and again.

Sarah Salway

4 Responses

  1. This is a prime example of a completely new genre of literature. We have called it Bisc Lit for convenience sake and also to create a handy category for booksellers. It will appear a little before Chick Lit on most shelves.
    We are still unsure where on the Dewey Classification System it will reside: possibly under 178 (Ethics of Consumption), 501 (Philosophy and Theory), 828 (English Miscellaneous Writings) or 640 (Food and Drink).
    We hope to publish much more in this vein and are eager for contributions.

  2. shouldnt that be the Chewey Classification system?

  3. I’m sure with the marketing guys on the case, they’ll be able to fit it into all points of whichever classification system’s used (Chewy, Dewy,Huey or Louie) and ensure squillions of sales 😉

  4. What a brilliant story. He’s a little creepy though but I think it really gets to the heart of, er, biscuits. I am sure that there is much more research to be done in the field of biscuit-related attachment theory.

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