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Well... Those delightfully sickening Fig Rolls from Happy Shopper (a 200g packet is a barftastic amount during a one cuppa tea dunking session as I've discovered) are arranged in vertical 'soldier' formation, which impresses as the syrupy fig paste remains stolidly, nay stubbornly in the pastry parcel and not splurted or strewn across the enclosing cardboard package. The cardboard package also appears to be fat absorbant, thus filling the purchaser with a keen sense that these biks really are 'the healthy option'. The fig to other ingredients quotient is 26%, so not such a bad tally and, at merely 59p, they are a threat to the commercial supremacy of the all-conquering Jacobs Fig Roll. Incidentally, I ate a 300g packet of McVities Milk Choc Homewheat on saturday with a cuppa tea. Needless to say I remained seated on saturday night and most of sunday, but not necessarily on a chair...
Vive la bikkies!
p.s. Not-so-impressive graphic attached. I've spent all morning at work doing this- I hate work, it gets in the way of my tea imbibing...
|Nicey replies: Yep sounds like a Burtons's job, much like the Lyons, Sainsburys, Asda, Coop, Morrisons, Spar et al and a respectable 26% Fig content.
Nice diagram, Woo.
Wagon Wheel Review
Compliments on a fantastic website.
My girlfriend and I have had a long-running argument about Wagon Wheels. Not regarding the shrinkage issue, but the packaging. I maintain that when I was a young lad (late 70s, early 80s) the wrappers featured a cowboy taking cover behind a wagon wheel and firing a Winchester rifle. She reckons it has always featured the more PC, and some might say, less spectacular design of a wagon carreering across the praries that we see today.
Burton's website claimed that the package has always featured the wagon on the prarie design. This is, of course a blatant lie, as there was also a time when they came in gold wrappers with no picture on them.
I grew up in London, she grew up in Oxford, is it possible there were regional variations in the packaging? All my mates from London remember the shooting cowboy, but no one who grew up outside London can remember it. Maybe us Londoners were buying counterfeit Wagon Wheels, made in Peckham rather than Burton's factory? Maybe it was all a mass hallucination?
I would be extremely grateful if you, or any of your devotees, could shed any light on this subject.
|Nicey replies: Not really thought about that one but I can picture he bloke with the gun. Now is that because I can remember it or because its a plausible suggestion, not sure? Light shedding required!|
Tesco's Finest Soft Eating Orange and Cranberry Cookies Review
Now here's a very strange coincidence.... my boss returned from a trip to Cape Cod this weekend, and as is customary, he brought into the office for our delectation some of the local produce - in this instance, a box of Cape Cod Cranberry Cookies. I was just tucking into one of these when I thought I would check out your site to see what was on offer for "Biscuit of the Week" and was quite spookily surprised to see that you too had been reviewing cranberry cookies!
The Cape Cod variety, unfortunately, bore little resemblance to any cookie I have previously eaten and in fact bore a marked similarity in texture and flavour to over-sweetened sawdust - no attempt here to "balance out any potentially overly sweet taste" as Tesco's evidently achieved so successfully. In fact, there were no large pieces of anything, least of all cranberry, in the cookie at all to give any degree of interest whatsoever, despite the picture on the box, to which the cookies bear no resemblance... (in fact they looked like semi-digested dog biscuit... trust me on this!) The back of the box claims that "our cookies will carry you to the clear, sunny beaches of Cape Cod, giving your senses a long deserved vacation from the average fare..." Actually, this is curiously apt, given the fact that my poor boss endured a week of continuous rain during his stay in Cape Cod last week, so in both instances the promise did not live up to the reality!
However, despite my harsh words on the subject of these cookies, the 10 chaps with whom I work researched them so thoroughly that they soon put paid to the entire contents of the box, so sadly there are now none left for me to photograph for you - you will have to be content with a picture of the empty box! It just goes to show what people will eat when there is no other choice.... Unfortunately we don't have a Tesco on Guernsey, so we can't compare the two varieties; have to see if Safeway have anything similar to offer!
||Good morning Mr Nicey!|
Here in Australia, we attach used tea-bags to the wide brims of our hats, as shown in your little Aussie logo. If they're dry, they dangle around and keep flies away. If they're still wet, they also act as personal air conditioning filters. If they're Twinings, we suck them for the residual flavour still in them.
Ever you 'umble
I cannot believe I have only now discovered your site. What a relief to find that there are so many true and dedicated aficionados.
Last spring a friend and I walked a painful pilgrimage to the birthplace of our beloved Eccles Cake. It took us from my doorstep in Nottingham to the epicentre of cake production in Church Street, Eccles, a total of 79.3 gruelling miles in three days. During our crusade we took a vow of abstinence that no Eccles (nor any other fruit based) cake should pass our lips. On our journey we passed many heathen souls as we ventured through areas of heritical cake production (Bakewell), but we did not weaken.
The suffering was more than repayed as we sat to savour six of the finest cakes on this good earth. I lost a toe nail and Big Al several pounds in weight, but we were both richer men for it.
We're thinking of Chorley next.