It's 4:10ish and Im busy enjoying my 4pm coffee. Its becoming more and more of an institution, as we approach the holidays. This morning I threw some biscuits into my bag, in anticipation of this cup of coffee. The biscuits were made in India, they cost about R2.50 at Nahoon Spar.
I regularly debate capitalism with housemate CP, usually shortly after I offer him an Indian biscuit. That aside, these biscuits are a bountiful source of joy, because they represent so much more than just food.
They never go soft. You can leave the packet open for days at a time and they remain crispy. Its like hot chocolate that you only add water too. It exists! I know what that means, and that three dieticians just passed out, but in terms of sheer convenience, the future promises to be a gold mine.
The mind boggles at what food technologists everywhere are cooking up.
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