Thoughts of a dunker
I am inspired.
By a biscuit.
A Rich Tea biscuit of renowned lineage to be exact. For those who have not encountered this denizen of the biscuit tin, it is a plain, thin and eminently dunkable thing, not to be tackled by the unwary or uninitiated. It requires the touch of experience to achieve that perfect melding of beverage and biscuit, the transmutation, that alchemical marriage of liquid and solid, fixed and mutable into the perfection born of precision.
This particular pack of biscuits was a gift from a son to an ailing mother. It matters not that they arrived slightly battered, nor that he ate half the packet with his coffee upon arrival. Half a pack remained as proof of his thoughtful care, the empty half a witness to filial devotion and his concern for my waistline.
I seldom eat biscuits, but when I do, I dunk.
Do you…
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Judith Barrow 
Thanks, Judith… it seemed such a good analogy for how we embrace life!
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It is, Sue – I’ve always pondered on how we have ‘private’ and ‘public’ faces/ persona, as well. And how we can so easily merge into different characters depending on who we are interacting with; friends, doctors, family, officials etc. etc.
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And it all boils down to fear, really… the way we think we look in other people’s eyes instead of our own.
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You’re right. But sometimes the old Northern sense of inferiority in me floods back
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My biscuit of choice is the humble digestive, another tricky one to judge.
As for dunking in public? a cafe, yes. A street stall, yes. Restaurant….depends on the company!
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Custard creams are useless for dunking. As are bourbons, iced gems are impossible …fig biscuits …Hob Nobs …all this is making me hungry and I don’t even like biscuits…
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