• 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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    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.

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A New Love…

We have not had a nostalgia post for ages so…..

As the years pass one’s tastes change.

In every arena from women (or, indeed, chaps), clothes, hobbies, nightlife and of course biscuits.

My wardrobe was much more eclectic (for a while I wore corduroy jodphurs and Antique Polo boots at every opportunity) whereas now I like nothing better than a well made suit or a pair of cashmere socks.

With women it was pneumatics whereas now I seek quality and conversation.

My hobbies used to include heroic smoking and occasional loafing.

When I was younger I was up for dancing all night, every night, whereas now I can only manage it every few months.(i)

As is often the case, however, it is in the field of Biscuits that the differences are particularly distinct.

So far my memorable biscuits have been (in – as they say on X Factor – no particular order

Playbox – scraping the icing off with one’s teeth was a delectable (though frowned upon) sensation.

Penguins – the ultimate treat: one was not enough, two was too many.

Custard Creams – cheap sugar rush

Bahlsen Choco Liebnitz – chocolate as thick as the plate armour of a Teutonic knight.

Marks and Spencer Selection Tin – we used to buy one of these a week and eat them in a precise and exact order.

The Ritz Cracker – their main advantage was that could be eaten anywhere and did not require either effort or cooking. Occasionally they were augmented with Mattessons Liver Pate. In retrospect this was repellent stuff possibly made from finely pureed liver, lights and nipples.

The Bath Oliver – a titan among plain biscuits.

Jaffa Cakes – not, strictly speaking, a biscuit.

Chocolate Digestives – as classic, comforting and timeless as a Harris Tweed Suit.

Now I have a new love: the Marks and Spencer Chocolate Chip Cookie. Thick, chocolatey and obscenely buttery.

And available in petrol stations.

(i) This phrase should not be used out of context.