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|El Pollo Diablo
Your website is amazingly good, and I like it very much, but I have noticed that your toucan tea drinking news is sadly lacking.
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El Pollo Diablo
|Nicey replies: They could just remove the large amounts of Guinness from their diet, which is allegedly a good source of iron, but that would be cruel.|
Tunnocks Wafer Review
|I write to you in search of a question I and my colleagues have pondered over on many an occasion. I hope that in your wisdom you (or one of your associates) can provide an explanation.|
To start, if i may, a touch of background:
we are role-players. we play dungeons and dragons. an activity that can, and in our case does, involve tea, coffee, and inevitably biscuits, of varied type based on who is "buying" that week.
our habits are simple; pete always brings custard creams, usually a supermarket own brand; John brings shortbread or ginger nuts; I take whatever sounds good at the time (usually Jestives or the luxury cookie-style biscuits that mcvities have started doing, with raspberry and white chocolate) and our mate Rob will bring Tunnocks Caramel Wafers.
and each time he does, he reads the immortal phrase from the back of the wrapper:
"more than 4 million made each week"
and we have to wonder
who eats all these wafers?
granted, we do get through our fair share of a wednesday evening, but are they exported? used to build houses?
because EVERY time i see these things for sale, they are in the marked-down stack at Iceland because they are short-dated. or piled high nect to the Tunnock's Snowballs and mallow filled sugar bombs.
IF you can shed some light on this it would be MOST appreciated. i would hate to think that tunnocks, apparently a small family concers, is putting all the time and effort into meeting their 4 million wafer bar per week quota, only to have their shipping company dump them in the Solent before they reach the shelves.....
thanks in advance,
|Nicey replies: Oh yes its a standard 'wonder of the universe' type question, who actually eats all the Tunnocks Wafers. I made my own calculations several years ago which were heavily skewed towards the entire Scottish nation eating one approximately every 9 days, which means a pack of 8 would do a family of four for nearly three weeks. Now allowing for export, by which I mean selling them outside Scotland, and for some people who obviously are going to eat a whole packet of 8 to themselves, the figures don't look so astronomical.|
||Following Sue's impressive story of her 25 year old personal Kermie mug, I thought I would share the ultimate mug-revenge story with you. My friend Little Claire got into work at our law firm the other day to find that her lovely mug had a huge great crack in it. Being the ace detective that she is, she found out that the culprit was a partner whom, not wishing to sully the name of an otherwise great solicitor, we shall call H. H thought he would remedy the situation by covering Little Claire's lovely mug in copious amounts of packing tape - as I'm sure you can imagine, Little Claire was unamused... So, seeking revenge in her own inimitable way, she photographed H's own mug and put it up for sale on e-bay. Apparently it got 12 hits!|
So, if ever your own personal mug goes missing, check e-bay - you never know who might be trying to flog it as an act of revenge...
P.S. From another Cornish girl in exile, not only does the jam always go on before the cream, it's pronounced 'scone' to rhyme with 'gone', not 'scone' to rhyme with 'own'. I thank you.
||hello! your site is truly inspired - and inspiring, i have always loved a nice cup of tea and a biscuit, but your site has got me thinking more about the wonderful world of biscuits....|
I have always been partial to a chocolate digestive but find myself infuriated by the inevitable 'Chocolatey finger syndrome' that comes as a result. Hence i have designed a solution to this problem and include a photo for your perusal. i beleive this simple idea would be warmly received by biscuit lovers everywhere, very simply a small section of the choccy topping is removed, leaving a plain biscuit 'handle' with which to hold the biscuit in safety. Here is a picture to illustrate:
keep up the good work
|Nicey replies: Marc
Yes there are some biscuits which are made a bit like that, sort of quarter dipped. Of course the biscuit you choose from our archive is a Chocolate Caramel, which would be a much more technically demanding project.
||Saw this site in the Metro this morning and it is just what I needed. I've been trying to organise a meeting with a colleague for some time now, but my stipulation of tea, biscuits and cakes during the meeting have caused a bit of a delay, hopefully now he will be armed with knowledge from your site he might get up off his lazy bum and organise it.|
Anyway, sorry to ramble, but one particular biscuit I recall from my childhood is the mighty "Gingerella". I know it sounds like some sort of red haired panto queen, but these were actually very tasty.
Round, thin and about the size of an imperial McVities plain chocolate digestive. They were a sort of ginger butter biscuit but I can't remember who made them.
The packet as I recall was almost Kawasaki green with yellow blocks on it and black writing.
The TV adverts were on the theme of a sort of AA meeting, with someone in a white coat at the front holding a packet and the class shouting "we don't want gingerella" The biscuits are then thrown in the bin and the "meeting" ends, at which point the whole class dives for the bin.
|Nicey replies: I really want to remember it it but I can't, although I might remember it. Its hard to say. From the description it sounds like one of Burtons but that's a stab in the dark.|