My father loved a plain digestive, though it is difficult ot think of him and the iconic biscuit without conjuring up a picture of him trying to slip an entire unbroken one into his mouth in one go. I can't remember him ever actually succeeding, and if he did it was probably something he did in secret.
It is funny how, whether you had them in your kitchen or not, the digestive always manages to taste of home. It has a unique ability to take you to safe place, to somewhere you think you remember fondly,
even though you may never have even been there. The smell alone, wheaty and sweet with a hint of the hamster's cage about it, is instantly recognisable as a good place to be. It has been said that this is one of the great tea dunking biscuits but I have to disagree. The digestive is altogether too risky. If ever a biscuit will let you down on the way from mug to mouth, it is this one, its open crumbly nature being just not strong enough to hold a decent amount of liquid before it collapses in your lap. But then,
like not using the zebra crossing, some might welcome such risks to inject a bit of danger and excitement into their day.

 


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Shonali
01/12/2008 01:18

LOL. I see your affair with the good old chocolate digestive continues. (I entirely take credit for it by the way). But it does bring back memories of home. And in our case, that's a ratty sofa in Scala house, hot tea and the radio playing Mozart. ;o)

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Ujwala
02/06/2009 03:33

I agree with the digestive:) Never once have been able to get it straight into the mouth without dropping it atleast a half of it on the way. Nevertheless, Love it!

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Ujwala
02/06/2009 03:34

Let me correct my grammatically inappropriate sentence: Agree with Nigel about the digestive.

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