Custard Creams!

The combination of wind direction and a baking session at McVitties meant that last night, when I was walking Molly by the river, the air was redolent with the sweet, synthetic but compellingly fragrant aroma of custard cream biscuits. Despite not having eaten one for years, a Pavlovian response was triggered and I desperately wanted to relieve my childhood rituals of eating that iconic, English biscuit. I suspect I was not alone in de-constructing the components, taking off the top layer of the biscuit sandwich, enabling an appropriate savouring of the vanilla cream before nibbling the sweet, crispy biscuits themselves!