Hobnobs in winter

As it approaches the festive season but it's still too early to put
the cards up (and I only have 2 yet in any case) I think once again
about biscuits. I try to make it so that the thinking doesnt ALWAYS
result in my eating the things.

I need to buy them regularly though, as I have a son and young people
have a use for carbohydrates and so do older people who visit here, and
their pets.
I do try to keep the number of packets down.

If I don't want to pig myself on chocolate I buy plain hob nobs and my
favourite non- luxury biscuit which is called the hovis digestive. You
can eat it with cheese I think it says, on the packet . But that seems
puritanical . I like to dunk it, preferably in strong hot tea. Dunking
, you can get through a packet frighteningly quickly. I buy the hovis
ones from tesco, I used to order about six packets at once on their
website, it was a special deal.

However last week i discovered that they were no longer available and
Tesco were recommending something completely unsuitable for someone of
my standing . I hope this is only a temporary situation.

Now with the normal large round digestives, i have experienced a slight
physiological problem perhaps related to a wheat intolerance. But as it
concerns being anti-social I am not prepared to elaborate on a public
writing site. I don't get this same problem with hovis digestives. I
think they have a denser grain or maybe the dynamics of the shape , oh
I have no idea ..............

I would say that outside the festive season I never keep more than 2
packets of my own preference at once.
Currently we are halfway through the second christmas assortment, which
came in a large tin. The tins are invaluable . For keeping things in.
The assortments are predictable. Always a few custard creams left over
at the end. It used to be lincolns.

Just like when watching TV you might think "imagine that somewhere out
there are people who deliberately watch Emmerdale Farm, and all the way
through!" I shiver to think that there must be people who mourn the
demise of old things like lincolns and the perversely currant spiked
garibaldis. Or could there exist people who eat Lincolns whilst
watching Emmerdale? (apart from Michael Jackson)

Son and his mates like fancy modern stuff like Oreos, BNs. I can't
understand that - but I see a generation gap must be essential for a
maturing teenager. There is common ground though. We can both listen to
Nirvana chewing on Tunnocks caramel wafers.