When I was a child we rarely had home-baked treats, in fact, only when my Nana had been to visit. I was a child of the 1970's and my after school daily snacks consisted of buttered Rich Tea biscuits, sandwiched together so the butter would squeeze, worm like, out of the holes. Sometimes there were Fig Roles or Jaffa Cakes. My little sister was taken to the see the doctor because for a time it seemed that all she would eat was Jaffa Cakes, the wise doctor assured my mother that it was not the end of the world and that there were plenty of children in the world who would be very glad of a Jaffa Cake.
My own favourite treat, even more than pink wafer biscuits, was the Tunnocks Tea Cake. The pleasure began with that cheery yellow box and the see through lid, then the careful unwrapping of the mesmerising shiny striped tinfoil. The foil was always saved for smoothing and admiring later.
The chocolate top was gently cracked. Eaten piece by piece.
Then the mallow.
Licked slowly, like an ice-cream cone.
Finally the biscuit base, rotated like a wheel for even nibbling.
Handmade at Poshyarns orders have been exceptionally busy just lately and this week I have embroidered Atishoo no less than one hundred times. There has been no baking and my children have been forced to experience 1970's style snacking.
They are rather enjoying the Tunnocks Tea Cakes.
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