• 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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    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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The One

Hours and hours spent, wandering around in circles, searching, make that lusting for a biscuit that would make my toes curl in that special way described by the British and their baked good love affaire extraordinaire. Bites have been taken, oh so many nibbles in hopes of finding THE ONE. Well, ladies and gents, it has been found.

A recent discovery was made that many European biscuits are for sale right here in my small village, right here at the very grocery store that supplies the comestibles for our family on regular forays. No need to travel to the big city for stale lesser thans. Perusing the shelves for that special combination of wafer and chocolate, we stumbled upon the Midor Famosa, real Swiss, real good. Premium wafers with hazelnut filling and swiss chocolates. Serving size is three cookies costing one hundred and seventy calories. We spend our calories like money, trying to get the most taste value for the expenditure. Fiber, vitamins, protein all are considered offsets to the calories. The serving offers one gram of fiber, two grams of protein, no vitamins and the sugar and fat content will be veiled from consideration.

Ready? Get set. Bite.

The mouth juices are swirling in ecstacy, the brain is delirious as the hazelnut filling coats the inner cheeks. Chewing is done at the slowest rate possible, for we must make this moment last and last. The ratio of chocolate and filling to wafer is weighted heavily towards the soft cocoa mixture. Not at all dry, this cookie need not be dunked, but could be with little decrease in pleasure. Immediately we count out the numbers. Nine wafers in total, there will be three days of enjoyment with this as our mid morning snack. Two more are quickly gobbled before the package is tidily rewrapped and put away for the next day.

Day two finds us watching the time in anticipation of hazelnut goodness. Opened, three selected, reclosed.

Day three finds us feeling slightly guilty for not sharing this divine treat with our husband, our mate, the person with which we have shared more than thirty five years of happiness and sorrow, in sickness and in health. He is at the computer, stoic as always. The package is shown, the rave review revealed. A wafer is offered, to share in this joy after previous taste testings he was required to participate in were less than joyful. He takes one and sticks the entire thing in his mouth at once without a word. Oh well, we will enjoy our two left with the customary twenty three chews per bite, as instructed long ago by a wise grandmother.

But what is this! There is only one left in the pack. As I am making whistling wheezing squeaking noises, without turning from the computer screen he admits that he had already eaten one earlier. But still he took the sweet offering by a generous spouse without a word while she extolls the qualities found in this delectable goodie, as though it is newly discovered. I believe I am owed some calories.

The Orange.Frances Garrison

9 Responses

  1. Frances – that’s so sneaky!

    My husband would have done that too, but would have been unable to keep a straight face when the packet was proffered 😉

    You need at least another whole box to yourself in compensation…

    • Thanks for the unflagging support, VP. I was speechless at the time. A recent grocery trip revealed that these are still offered for sale here. This time we will hide the package.

  2. That orange lettering is beautiful, thanks James.

  3. Frances, yes another box of scrumptious goodies is needed…This was a delicious post! gail

  4. Looking at Gail’s comment, I think you need to buy at least 2 Frances…

  5. VP~ The sun is shining over fairegarden~Frances is outside and not thinking about biscuits! But now I am, gail

  6. I am afraid I wouldn’t have stopped at 3. They sound delish!

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