Tea biscuits you surely are the biscuits of the Gods. With your lightly fired colour, and little dimples you are pleasing to the eye, but you do not flatter to deceive. For – provided you are stored carefully in an airtight container - you are crunchy without being brittle. You are crumbly without being soft. And you taste as if you have cooled gently upon the windowsill of Great Aunt Fanny’s cottage.
When the Gods sit around on Olympus discussing the fate of us mortals, they do not munch custard creams or bourbons. They crunch tea biscuits my fiends. Tea biscuits. Those are the only biscuits for immortals.
Accept no substitute.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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