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September 09, 2005
Another visit to Waterlow park; firstly there was another addition to the magical Dr Doolittle aspect of the place: a squirrel making a noise which, taking into account its body-mass, could only be qualified as a roar. Waterlow park, where magpies sneeze and squirrels roar.
Secondly, I have to re-evaluate and expand on my recollections of Tunnock's caramel wafers, whose packaging proclaims 'More than 4,000,000 of these biscuits made and sold every week'. The nature of the wafer is not at all evanescent, as previously claimed. I was confusing it with those horrendous pink wafer biscuits that old people press upon children as a ghastly mean-spirited prank). It has surprising substance actually: its savour is rather dense, and it seems semi-stale even when fresh. One should also mention (what a pleasure to rediscover this!), after the necessarily short-lived business of eating the biscuit, the delicate sensual pleasure of decoupling the greaseproof paper inner wrapper from the wafer-thin foil outer.
Posted by robin at September 9, 2005 12:00 PM