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|Rachel & Duncan
||Hello Nicey (are you?),|
this is a mug related story. A tale of mug obsession, nay, mug torment.
I used to work in a barn (the doors were always left open) and the barn had a tea room for the comrade workers. Outside of the barn, by the tea room, were very large greenhouses. When it rained the run-off was collected in a little, deep and manky reservoir inbetween the greenhouses and the tea room.
Margaret cleaned the barn tea room. Margaret was particularly obsessed with cleaning mugs. She knew every mug in the tea room cupboard. People regularly hid their mug on a friday so that she wouldn't clean it over the weekend as she cleaned them with toilet bleach. The hiding of mugs infuriated her so much that if she found one in your locality she would really explode, hug
the mug to her chest and run off to the sink with it.
One friday, the tractor drivers decided to play a little game. She'd managed to find all of the mugs, except one. She looked everywhere, she accused everyone, she raged. She couldn't find it in the barn and started to search about outside. Then she found it, the look of abject defeat on her face, the tantalising closeness yet impossibility of reaching it, she had been beaten.
The tractor drivers had floated it out on a pallet into the middle of the reservoir.
It stayed there a very long time.
||A non-tea drinking chum just put me onto your site! I couldn't resist your invitation to relate a purloined mug story:|
It's not just the design of the mug, it's the size. I know EXACTLY how much tea I NEED in the a.m. When I visit friends or family I have been known to rummage the cupboard for "the right mug" or bring one as a gift (to be saved for subsequent visits).
Among the faves I've taken to the office is patterned with zebras - not tacky, very artful, beautiful, in fact. One morning I opened the office cabinet where such items are stored, and NO ZEBRA MUG! At the time I worked for a rather large firm of architects. It is a messy business, architecture. I rampaged up and down the aisles, searching, upturning piles of sample books, drawings and sample boards until I found it! The young man who was guilty of taking the zebra mug out of the cabinet was stunned as I read him the Riot Act. He was still speechless and motionless as I grabbed the half-full mug (coffee - yecch) and marched back to the kitchen to sanitize and reconsecrate MY mug.
My current office mug features a sassy looking woman who proclaims, "I want it all, and I want it delivered".
Kimberley and Chocolate Kimberley Review
Steady on now. I cant believe your report on the Kimberley. Maybe you're missing the point here. The softness you refer to Im sure, is intentional, as it appears Jacobs are targeting the indistinct gap between the biscuit and the cake. I suppose the Wagon Wheel and Jaffa Cake would also fall into this category, although they have a definite crispiness which isn't so apparent in the Kimberley. I wouldnt classify any of these as cakes, more like Luxury Biscuits.
BTW there's only one biscuit better than the Kimberley, and that's the Chocolate Kimberley. Being individually wrapped, you know youre getting quality here. They're normally kept for special occasions such as Birthdays and Christmas. Certainly in our house, both varieties are strictly out of bound for children and visitors alike.
Once again the wife (English) cant see what all the fuss is about. Never mind, we're off to Ireland next month to see the folks and bring back a fresh supply of Kimberleys. Mmmmmmm!!
|Nicey replies: It seems increasingly evident that there is a 'Kimberley gene' possessed by the Irish, but nobody else. We get a few mails now and again from Americans who like them. I rest my case.
I really did want to like them too.
Long time reader first time poster . I have read the many posts about cartoonies , much to my despise i was walking down the aisle of our local Tesco store At 3.30 AM like you do ... only to find that there is a new version of Cartoonies , Only to be produced under the name "Animal Bites" by Cadburys...
Hoorar i thought as i loaded 3 boxes into the basket - somethign to tell the boys ( and girls) on the site.... !
I got home, and unpacked, obviously the first thing that came out of the shopping bag were the boxes of Animal Bites They sat there waiting to be eaten.....
I proceeded to open the box and take out a packet... opening the bag i inhaled deeply, thinking to myself that they smell fairly similar to cartoonies... I then bit into one... the biscuit , crunchy like they used to be , but the chocolate.. Ahh what a let down ... It wasnt an unpleasent experience , but not at all what i expected.. its solid cadburys chocolate , and it just doesnt taste like it used to , however... the three boxes have discipated into 2 bags now ( 5 bags per box...)
All in all not a bad substitute, but still dont taste like the real thing... tis such a shame they have stopped making them... Almsot brings a tear to my ee.. * snifle*
Keep up the Good Work .... MiKeY G
|My fondest memories of the much maligned Marie are of my mother sandwiching it either with best butter, or on truly special occasions that wonderful concoction tinned condensed milk. Both combinations are wonderful when dunked.|