Whilst doing the shopping online, on Sunday night, I noticed an offer for “Jacob’s Club” biscuits. Hmmm… I haven’t had those for AGES. In fact, they remind me of staying at my grandparents’ house when I was a child, so in a moment of nostalgia I ordered two packets – plain and orange. I promptly forgot about the order and was surprised to find them in my shopping when it arrived later in the week, and almost handed them back to the good delivery man, telling him that they had obviously fallen into my basket from someone else’s who was going to be missing them.
Once safely stacked in the biscuit cupboard I waited for an appropriate “snack” moment, which just occurred. How strange, I thought, that they are now labelled as “cake bars”! That will surely be the latest way that one has to describe biscuit presumably. I opened the wrapper (wasn’t it foil covered with a paper sleeve? – no longer!), quietly singing the “join our cluuub…” tune from yesteryear and wondered why the chocolate looked rounded and mottled, when what I wanted to find was the reassuringly familiar angular thick chocolate emblazoned with “CLUB” that I used to like to nibble off, leaving the plain biscuit exposed. Oh well, I suppose change is necessary… But upon biting into my biscuit, my horror was confirmed – no thick chocolate breaking off from the dry biscuit, indeed no resistance at all – it was soft, squishy sponge with some orange cream atop, sheltering within a particularly thin chocolate shell.
A cake bar.
They can go straight into the box that the offspring raid for snacks and I will be deleting them from my favourites in the shopping list. Another thing consigned to the “memory” drawer.
Old Club:
New Club:
