The lengths, or distance some people will go for a biscuit boggle the mind. This fabulous blog has opened new doorways to the wonderful world of baked goods enjoyed by Europeans, in particular those living in the islands of the United Kingdom. There seems to be much more to the culture of biscuitry there than to the store bought, mass produced counterparts across the pond in the United States, cookies. Curiosity finally got the better of my friend Gail and me. Our tickets are purchased and we will be flying over the big blue body of water to get a taste for ourselves of these fine confections. We hope for a Hobnob, wish for a …. is there one that begins with the letter W? You can fill in the rest of the list, for you know them so much better than we.
As a side trip, we will also be traveling to some sort of fabulous garden type thing in the Malvern Hills. Two innocents abroad is what Gail is calling the journey, intrepid travelers say I, or possibly two innocent broads taking the trip of a lifetime. All for a biscuit. We are ready to take the big bite, are the biscuits ready for us?
The Orange. Frances Garrison