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At last, a site that really demonstrates what the web is for. Congratulations. I discovered it today, a good friend passed on the details. Anyway, I am after some advice, as I am at a loss as to what to do with my aberrant daughter who simply refuses to listen to sensible advice on the etiquette of bisuit eating. The problem manifests itself with complex biscuits, such as penguins and yes, even extends into jaffa cakes. She has also been known to do it with crunchie bars too.
Despite my determined efforts to explain to her the chemical design of these biscuits, and that the designer intended the subtle mix of textures and flavours to complement and contrast, to work in harmony, to add up to more than the sum of the parts, she insists on eating the things sideways. For example, with a penguin, she will nibble and dissolve the chocolate first. Then carefully detach the biscuit layer from the filling using teeth, then eat the cream filling, and finally the second biscuit layer. Similarly, Cadburys mini rolls - chocolate, cake, filling, completely distorting the flavour and mouth feel at each stage.
Whilst I fully appreciate the challenge and dexterity she masters, despite my admonishments, threats, attempts to educate her calmly, demonstrations of how it should be done - she merely thinks it funny.
What can I do to improve this erratic behaviour?
|Nicey replies: There is not a lot you can do, it's a stage she's going through, she'll grow out of it during her mid thirties, perhaps.|
||hi nicey, my name's joe meredith|
right now i'm a first year at wadham college, oxford, and recently a few good friends of mine have formed a new society: the tea society. we meet on sundays at half past four, where we all have a cup of tea and whatever cakes and biscuits anyone brings along. it's open to allcomers, and we even made some nice posters to put up. we're aiming to bring a bit of calm to the often stuffy-and-uptight world of oxford uni, through the power of a cuppa.
we'd just like to say that it's a very lovely site you have. keep up the great work.
|Nicey replies: Well done, but you need to meet on a daily basis about 2 or 3 times at least.
||Esteemed Mr Nicey,|
A local bakery, called ET's for some Italian reason, has started making Eccles cakes. I'm not sure if these qualify for mention, but here goes:
The texture is excellent, the fruitybit superb, but they have sugar sprinkled on the top. Shouldn't this be a cooked glaze rather than a raw scattering?
Ever your 'umble, etc.,
|Nicey replies: Mr Barratt
Bit of both I thought, although I would have expected an egg glaze to be mandatory.
I've just come back from the John Lewis store in London's exciting Oxford Street with a very nice looking fruit cake squelching with whisky, in an airtight tin. My brother Pete has a slice of this every night after a taxing day at work and he swears by it. Has anyone else discovered these gorgeously moist (thanks, Stephen Fry) cake treats? It's a whole 'tin' experience!
I showed my friend Anita your website for the first time, by the way, and she was thrilled. It led to many stimulating biscuit discussions and a public contest between us in the Borders bookshop cafe to show who was best at dunking and slurping our Starbucks biscuits - huge ginger and buttery ones. There was a debate about nibbling up the sludgy bits left after a successful dunk and slurp. Anita maintains that the last fragment of biscuit should be placed on the tip of the tongue and be dunked by swishing a mouthful of coffee into your mouth direct. I laughed so much while doing this that I sprayed Anita, our table, our books and the people next to us with a mixture of ginger biccy and lukewarm coffee.
Anita I may say, didn't turn a hair - but then she does come from Huddersfield. With best wishes,
||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.