Saturday, February 25, 2012

Grantham Biscuits

The Dowager Countess: Oh! My Dear, what on earth are you serving now? Some kind of dreadful dental biscuit such as one would feed a dog?

Cora: No, Violet — Mrs. Patmore came up with them. She’s calling them Grantham Biscuits.

The Dowager Countess: Is this what we’ve come to? Allowing our cooks to invent things for us to eat?

Cora: I think they’re rather delicious. They’re made with ginger.

The Dowager Countess: It might be the sort of thing you Americans like, but not the English. We like our tea to look familiar, so we know what to reach for. A slice of shortbread. A petit-four. It’s how you avoid being poisoned, you know.

Cora: Don’t be so dramatic and give it a try. You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

The Dowager Countess: Pleasantly surprised? Like that time I bit into the plum pudding and nearly cracked my tooth on a penny? It took until New Year to recover from the shock!

Cora: That’s just tradition — you were simply the lucky one that year. Getting the penny brings good luck.

The Dowager Countess: Hardly. It’s the sort of thing the working classes do for fun. Next thing you know common laborers will be eating “Grantham Biscuits” with their tea. It doesn’t bear thinking about.

G & C Cookery Book, The General Electric Co. Ltd.

Also from this book: Mockery

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