During my past career before growing stuff took over, I worked closely with the Americans. Some might say that compared to the French and Italians they may not be the most romantic of nations…I am writing this biscuit blog to change that.
It’s only in the past few years that the Oreo has become widely available in this country. Before then it was found only in America and some continental supermarkets. My introduction to these biscuits made me realise that Americans are sexy.
I was invited back to a friends apartment and I had managed to make him make me a hot cup of tea. So I was expecting a biscuit of some description.The Oreo appeared, I was secretly hoping for a McVities Digestive but I knew that would probably not happen. I was shocked at what happened next.
The Oreo packet was passed to me – no plate; this was a blokes apartment. I declined. My friend then pulled an Oreo out of the packet, twisted and pulled the top part away cleanly and with no breakage. Scooped the white stuff (what is that?) onto the cyrindical biscuit he had separated and placed it in my mouth.
Oh, I thought, perhaps I wasn’t just invited back for a hot cup of tea. I smirked, he smiled and the Anglo American relationship we all so enjoy was cemented.
I am afraid to say it does not work so well with a custard cream, but that’s another story.
by Michelle Wheeler