Is a sentence you will probably never ever hear rolling from my ruby lips as I firmly belong to the school of non-dunk. Not for me the ritual dunking of biscuit or koekje in a cuppa tea or coffee or, even worse, a glass of milk. I prefer my cuppa tea to be fragrant, clear and free from all kinds of flotsam or jetsam, especially the kind that results from dunking. I find soggy crumbs in my tea frightfully unappetizing and the saturated and floppy bit of the dunked biscuit equally revolting. Even worse is the oily film that spreads on the surface of your cuppa tea after dunking anything chocolatey. That bears a rather startling resemblance to an oil spill at sea, with the odd oil covered dead albatross gently bobbing on the waves.
So no, dunking is not for me and I am unanimous in that. But, but, but, dear Yolanda, I hear you stutter, isn’t there anything that you do dunk? Well yes there is gentle stutterer, to my rule of non-dunk there are 2 exceptions. The first exception is made for that delightful Italian Cantuccini koekje that can only be consumed after a long dunk in sweet desert wine. You really need to thoroughly soak those koekjes otherwise they remain hard as the proverbial rock and will probably manage to break a molar or two if you are silly enough to attempt eating them pre-dunk.
The second exception to my non-dunk policy is not a biscuit or koekje but nevertheless, in my esteemed opinion, frightfully and delightfully dunk worthy. I am referring to the bestest of dunks that provides me and doubtless many others with a bit of a strange, but most agreeable, post-modern moment.
Yolanda Elizabet Heuzen from Bliss