• 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.

  • Biscuit Encounters on Twitter

  • The Synod of Biscuitry

    James Alexander-Sinclair of Blackpitts
    Gardener, Blogger, Journalist, Lecturer etc, etc. Much of his life is spent loafing around other people’s gardens issuing directives and generally cluttering up the place. However, like the great Mr Kipling, he does (occasionally) make exceptionally good gardens. (Although even Mr Kipling messed up a bit with the Carrot and Walnut Mini Classics.)

    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.

Greece is the word

Greece is set to be bailed out to the tune £120 billion from the EU and the International Monetary Fund, and whilst the economists and financiers may accuse inflation and pension funds, they are not to blame. We are.

Biscuit shoppers everywhere have let Greece down, badly.

By choosing the bejewelled Boaster or a fancy-dan Choco Leibniz over the humble garibaldi or the mighty fruit shortcake, you were dunking another nail in their Greek coff(ee)in!

You see, all dried fruit was not created equally – although you may consider sultanas, raisins and currents as a collective waste of time, they are very different. Whilst raisins and sultanas are green Thompson grapes that whore themselves to anywhere with a modicum of sunshine, currants only come from Greece. Made from the delicate black Corinth grape and dried for 10-12 days on the Hellenic hillsides.

Once there was a clear line between your standard everyday biscuit and your lunchbox/school trip treat. Digestives and malted milk, firmly in one camp and Clubs and Penguins in the other. There was a biscuit class system and you knew where you stood.

Then the middle-class started to appear – chocolate digestives, Hob Nobs and Toffeepops all created a generation of confusion. No longer were people happy with a Rich Tea or an Abbey Crunch, they became greedy, expecting the biscuit barrel to have something more exotic than a pink wafer!

And now, look around your local supermarket’s biscuit isle and hang your head in shame. Notice how the greats have been relegated to the bottom shelves, festooned in plain-Jane packaging. Cheapened by your lack of love and infatuation with all things luxury. The ever expanding biscuit cuckoo, pushing out the building blocks of biscuit love, fooling you into thinking you are feeding traditional baked goods.

But it is not too late – search back in your soul and seek redemption. You are not middle class, not deep down, if you can acknowledge that, then you have started the road to biscuit Nirvana. Clear your trolley of Jaffa Cakes, Jammie Dodgers and Oreos and stock up on Custard Creams, Ginger Nuts and the glorious Garibaldi. Go home, put the kettle on and get the deck chair out.

Break off a slabette of Garibaldi, run your fingers over the glossy surface and marvel at all those labour intensive currants that are crammed in – just for your pleasure. Ignore the bells and whistles of consumerism and bask in the knowledge that life is all about the simplicity. If anyone dares to ask, tell them that you are building the Greek economy, biscuit by beautiful biscuit.

by Ben Dakin

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