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Shaggy dog tale #FlavoursomeTuesday

Before you start yawning at the the prospect of going through a long winded story, let me assure you that this is a shaggy dog story of a completely different kind .

Firstly, it is not very long winded.

Secondly, it is not very funny. At least to me.

So let’s start at the beginning.

I grew up in post-Independent India as the daughter of a Naval Officer. This part is essential to the story because those were the days when we had limited choices of ready-to eat food and remember cartons of weevil ridden, soggy Mohun’s cornflakes, crumbly biscuits and hard, bitter cheese with fond affection. That too, these goodies were available locally and sporadically.  So when a person was posted on ship, he had access to duty free imported food items and this meant a much better quality of biscuits and cheeses at home.

One day daddy brought home a blue and white tin of biscuits. No ordinary biscuits these but assorted biscuits by Jacobs. A huge tin that had 13 kg of biscuit!!

So we looked at the tin with something akin to awe. My brother and I immediately wanted to get our greedy hands on those yummy munchies but mummy didn’t want to just ‘waste’ them on us.

“We’ll open them next week, ” she told us when the cousins were scheduled for a visit. She kept the tin away.

Tantalisingly within our reach and vision.

It was hard passing the tin on the trolley without salivating at the thought of the butter cream biscuits, the sticky jammy ones, the delicately sugared ones, the plain butter ones and of course the  different shaped ones with coloured Royal icing . We just couldn’t wait.

It seems that we weren’t the only ones resisting temptation. One evening when we came home , Moti,our Pomeranian came to the door with a sheepish grin and a shifty look. He looked embarrassed by the glinting grains of sugar  mingled with biscuit crumbs and blotches of pink and blue on his snout.

You guessed right. He had gobbled his way through the tin, seizing his chance at being all alone at home. Quickly, my brother and I rushed to the tin , hoping to find  some uneaten ones.

Luckily there were still about 3 kg left and we were about to eat them when mummy stopped us saying that they were unfit for human consumption.

“These biscuits have gone to the dogs , ” she snapped. ” He may as well eat the rest.”

Now is this the way a cookie crumbles?

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I’d like to invite you to join Shilpa and me in a new weekly venture . In case you haven’t noticed , we’ve been sharing stories , memories and anecdotes about food every Tuesday on our blogs.

We’d love to hear your stories as well!

So do join in and share your posts on social media with the hashtag #FlavoursomeTuesday.

The rules are very simple :

  1. Just post a story/photo related to a food memory
  2. Share it with the hashtag #FlavoursomeTuesday.
  3. Link it up to either Shilpa’s or my blog on that theme. Visit our blogs, share them and please leave comments.

Looking forward to seeing you at our table.

I’d like to thank  our first guest this week, Alana. Thanks for sharing your story. You can read it here .

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4 thoughts on “Shaggy dog tale #FlavoursomeTuesday

  1. My heart sank at ‘“We’ll open them next week, ” she told us when the cousins were scheduled for a visit. She kept the tin away.’
    Ouch! That must have hurt bad! And, worst was when Moti ate most of it….10 kg!!! Are you serious? What, was he an elephant, or what? hehehe…But, poor you kids! Imagine not being able to eat even 13 biscuits of those 13 kgs of assorted beauties!

    I am so glad that we have Alana joining us at our table!
    Welcome Alana!

    Looking forward to many more sharing their tales about food.

    High five to you, Sunita!
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