Of a weekend my hubby is kind enough to take me to our local cafe/ice-cream parlour as a sort of perk me up before he forces me to work myself to the bone on our Lottie. Every time I have a German Biscuit with my coffee, always the iced one with the sweetie on top (I call it a jube-jube, I don’t know why, don’t question my mind – it is ‘special’). There are 2 types of German Biscuit available, the one I find far the superior i.e. the iced topped one and the jammy one with coconut (a poor ugly sister).
By the way if you have no idea what a German Biscuit is (I weep at the thought) I shall explain. They are 2 deliciously buttery shortbread (don’t mention the bread issue again, my brain is fried with this quandary) biscuits stuck together with confectioners’ jam. Then a liberal coating of icing on top and the afore mentioned jube-jube. On some more fancy ones the jube-jube is replaced by a glace cherry, I like this muchly.
So, every weekend I indulge in one of the greatest biscuits Carrickfergus has to offer. I linger over it, pick up every crumb with a slightly dampened finger and look out over the lough. Unfortunately I also has the disconcerting knowledge that I have NO idea why it is called a GERMAN Biscuit. I have visited Germany and not seen a single biscuit like this and how can 2 so different variations be sold right beside one another (oh, ugly and not half a nice – the jam and coconut ones should be banned).
On the bottom of the little packet – I bet not a lot of people have noticed this (or cared) they are sometimes called German Biscuits (correct terminology) and sometimes just Iced Biscuits (why?).
You cannot buy these in any old supermarket, they come from proper bakeries (or Marks and Spencer’s) and so far no one can tell me why they are called so. Anyway, long live the (iced) German Biscuit.
Dear god, just checked Wikipedia and was re-directed to ‘Empire Biscuits’ . Bless us all if I ever got one like their photo, that IS NOT iced enough! I’m stressed out writing this now and must go and drown in a nice glass of wine. Phew!
(Northern Ireland = German and jam and coconut topping, I think I shall explode).