WHY did your grandparents make you eat fig rolls when Party Rings were available? Did they realise rationing had ended when they bought these?
The fig roll is a repulsive combination of textures. Both dry and rubbery, it’s like eating a slug packed in sand. Nor does the taste compensate as it contains barely a hint of sugar. What does your nan think she’s doing when there are chocolate Hobnobs right there on the Tesco shelf next to them?
The most boring biscuit conceivable. So boring you nod off lifting it from plate to mouth. Very marginally improved if dipped in tea, but highly likely to fall in and ruin your cuppa with sludge, which is worse than just being dull.
Your heart sinks when Granddad opens the biscuit tin and it’s full of malted milks. They’re not even that offensive – there’s a picture of a cow on them, they’re dusted with sugar – they’re just bland, beige rectangles of meh. Which you stuff down nine in a row of to be polite.
A plain digestive is not so much a biscuit as a wasted opportunity. Milk chocolate ones are way better, and dark chocolate ones are even better than that. We have one precious life – and your grandparents are in the twilight of theirs – why waste it eating plain digestives? Why?
Insipid, twee and inocuous, like their name. Or is it pronounced ‘Neece’, like the French city? No-one’s ever cared enough to find out. They’re too busy hating these thin, weak little biscuits that taste of nothing in the mouth then inexplicably leave an unpleasant lingering hint of coconut.
Honestly, what the f**k? Tiny, hard, bitter little raisins sandwiched between two thin, dry bits of biscuit do not make a tasty treat. Your grandparents love them because they remind them of the good old days, in the same way they enjoy other outdated bollocks from the past like Spam and racism.