• 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.

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  • 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.

The Great Escape – A New Friend?

In case you have forgotten we left Gginger quacking with fear behind a packet of crackers on the bottom shelf in the supermarket as the monster with four eyes approached.  Actually, that doesn’t sound that frightening but if you were a small gingerbread man and you had escaped from your packaging and were trying to work out what to do next you would be terrified.  Your heart would be beating ten to a dozen and your mouth would have gone dry with anticipation at the approaching danger.  So this is where we find Gginger late at night in the gloom of the supermarket with only the noise of the freezer units for company.  Or maybe not!

“Allo allo” said a deep gravelly voice from the darkness behind Gginger.  “What you doing then?”

Gginger couldn’t believe it.  He had thought that escaping from the gingerbread packet and getting down from the top shelf was the most difficult part of his escape but here he was hiding from some unknown monster only to discover he wasn’t alone. He took a deep breath and somehow managed to make himself tear his eyes away from the four eyes that were getting nearer and nearer and turn to face this new peril.  As Gginger was hiding behind some packets of crackers on the bottom shelf there was hardly any light by which to identify the source of the voice.  He stared very hard and could just make out …another pair of eyes!!

“Who…are….you?” Gginger stuttered in a small pathetic voice.

“Hang on you haven’t answered my question yet” said the voice “Come on fess up what you up to?”

Gginger took another deep breath (at this point he was seriously in danger of hyperventilating) looked back over his shoulder to see that the monster seemed to have stopped some way down the aisle.  He turned back, swallowed to get some moisture back in his throat and replied;

“My name is Gginger, I’m a gingerbread man and I am on my way out of this supermarket and out to freedom” Gginger thought he sounded very positive and confident but between you and me it came out as little more than a rushed stuttering squeak.

“Oh, escaping are you!” chuckled the voice, “Haven’t got far have you” followed by more chuckling which almost sounded like snorting. “Reckon you might need some help if you’re  going to get out of this aisle let alone the supermarket.  Let me introduce myself, I’m Spid and this is my aisle.”

“Ur, Spid, what do you mean “Your aisle”?

“Well anything edible that turns up in this aisle is mine” declared the voice

Silence followed while Gginger wondered exactly what Spid was and whether he would consider Gginger edible. He was so frightened that his mind just went blank.  After what seemed like a lifetime Spid continued

“OK let me elaborate I’m a spider and I live on whatever crumbs I can find. You don’t need to worry you are far too big for me to tackle.”

As Spid spoke Ggingers’ eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness and he could make out Spid’s big furry body and spindly legs. Just then his consciousness became aware of an approaching sound somewhat like a small puffy train going up a hill – Oh no he had forgotten that monster…

(Dear Reader – there is no picture for this episode as Gginger is in the darkness !)

Helen Johnstone. Plain

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