Daria's Rantings - A Biscuit's Tale
*I am posting this thirteenth
ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer
I love tea time! Call me a New
England snob but I simply must have my biscuits with my tea or coffee, yes even
in awesome-city-with-disgusting-weather Boston. When the winter wind blows, I'm
reminded of a biscuit's tale of Viennese Sandwich, Hobnob and the Pink Wafer.
Viennese was talking to Hobnob, Pink
Wafer's mother about her family. Suddenly Hobnob's eyes lit up. Hobnob called
out to Pink Wafer across the room.
Hobnob: Did you know who Viennese's
great-grandfather was? It was the distinguished Shortbread! If it's not for
Shortbread who helped us, we won't have a house, Pink Wafer!
Pink Wafer looked uncomfortable. He
changed the topic of conversation. Viennese wanted to know more but she kept
mum. When Viennese returned home, she
called Uncle Chocolate Bourbon.
Viennese: So it's true that
Shortbread helped Hobnob and her family a great deal. Why didn't you tell me this
earlier?
Chocolate: There's no need. Why should we go around
and tell people the good things that our family did?
Viennese felt an increasing respect
for Shortbread and even Chocolate. None of them ever used Shortbread's kindness
as leverage against Pink Wafer who is the current Minister in-charge of
Biscuit Affairs in Gateau Land. Even after Pink Wafer knew of Shortbread's kindness
towards his family, Pink Wafer treated Viennese with sudden disdain and animosity? Why? Viennese
never knew the reason.
They say the Pink Wafer is the
worst biscuit in the world. I guess he shares that honour with a particular
brand of Cream Cracker. I, Daria Morgendorffer, like many others, hate the Jacob biscuit type. Yucks.
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