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