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As I was in pursuit of a nice cup of tea and a sit down this afternoon, and this necessitated hiding in my office to get away from the offspring, I thought I might just cruise in and while away the afternoon reading about all the biccies I've been missing. Lo and behold the teacup (okay it's a mug, shoot me) was soon woefully empty and I was forced to make a secret foray into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea. Alas my Sunday afternoon sit down has been fraught with delay and obfuscation as the tea jar was empty. What to do?! A frantic search of the tea cupboard ensued. Chamomile, Chai and "Tension Tamer" tea flew in all directions and a brief, hectic, moment of joy evaporated as the Bigalow tin yielded only packets of Tazo Green tea and some vile Lipton Cold Brew foisted on the unsuspecting public by Chatalaine magazine as a free insert months back. At last! A package of store brand Orange Pekoe teabags and the reason for my contribution today. You see the store is called Overwaitea and you would have to have visited Canada to have heard of it. Are you with me? Overwaitea? Yep, according to the story on the box... Over-Weight-Tea. Here it is: "R. C. Kidd established himself in New Westminster, British Columbia as a tea and coffee merchant. With his innovative marketing for the price of a pound of tea, R. C. gave his customers another 2 ounces. He was famous for selling 18 ounces of quality tea for the price of 16 ounces.
Since 1915, R.C. Kidd's "Over Weight Tea", a symbol of our continued tradition of "more for less", became known as OVERWAITEA."
All I can say is I wish I had some of his "quality tea" now instead of this dishwater in my cup, but I thought it made an interesting story highlighting local character and providing the world with a view of what one man and his cuppa can do in the Colonies.
|Nicey replies: April,
Thank you for that stimulating peep into Canadian life. We have made a icon to celebrate! Now to find the other two emails we've had from Canada..
||My dear Nicey|
I can confirm that kids also smell of digestives in Grimsby. At primary school I had to sit next to a particularly aromatic girl at lunchtimes. What I cannot confirm however, is whether or not she was poor. Her cardis never seemed to fit (arms too short), but maybe that was she was a bit portly.
Of course this might mean that she was fat (oops sorry not very nice of me) because she ate far too many digestives and therefore smelled of them (??!!). I dunno.
But have you ever noticed that when dunking digestives you can only fit a little bit in the cup, and when you nibble off that bit, the rest fits perfectly for dunking? Ahem.
|Nicey replies: Joanne,
Thank you for that. The large diameter of the digestive, when dunking, teaches us temperance and restraint through biscuit reshaping, unless they have snapped in half in which case its full speed ahead.
I'm so glad that I discovered your web site as I have been plagued with biscuit and crunchy snack related issues for many years. I am a 27 year old bloke and I have always had an aversion to fussy over-complicated biscuits. I can only actually consume the blander end of the biscuit spectrum and have suffered socially as a result.
You can imagine the scene; its a Sunday, a group of friends are round playing full contact canasta and I suggest (naturally) a cup of tea/or coffee and a selection of biscuits, to refresh the troops. I therefore proceed to the kitchen and prepare the hot beverages and arrange a selection of Rich Tea and Nice biscuits on a floral print Wedgewood plate. When I present the array to my fellow players they all leave in silence and disgust.
This was only the beginning, I then lost my house, car, pets, subscription to Guns n Ammo and all my signed American Football cards as a result. That was 3 years ago, I now live alone but have recently joined a group of like-minded individuals who enjoy the plainer side of biscuits. I can also say that I am now down to 2 cream crackers a day.
I wanted to share this because I know now that it's not a character flaw or a weakness, it's a normal, healthy and nothing to be ashamed of. If anyone else out there is a victim of blandism please write in and show your support. You're not alone!
Alan Wheatley's dismissal of Anzac biscuits, which are akin to the soma of the gods, is really not fair.
The oats from the stable floor are pre-softened by natural processes, often pre-used, as it were, for extra digestibility.
Those army socks are shredded only by devoted sock-shredders with years of experience in their art. Never has wool been pulled over their eyes. Furthermore, the socks are made from genuine Australian wool with absolutely no artificial ingredients such as rayon, nylon or teflon.
As for the toe-nail cuttings, it's all lies, I tell you! The clippings provided by Officers and Gentlemen were actually boiled down in billycans to make a nourishing high fibre broth for Other Ranks. The clippings from Other Ranks were fed to the horses, adding rich calcium and carotein content to the pre-digested oat-output.
Er, New Zealand? What is that, then?
An Anzac Devotee
||Could you help us by telling us the name of the biscuit that had a biscuit base (not unlike a rich tea biscuit) with a layer of jam and then 8 blobs of marshmallow sprinkled with coconut and came in really gaudy colours like pink and orange?|
|Nicey replies: Why that is a Jacobs Mikado, and two packs have just been obtained from Ireland by the Wife for review purposes.|