I love the chocolate minis, me. Of course like most snacks that are now ‘mini’ it is all too easy to eat an abnormally large amount of them without realising that you’ve consumed more than you would have were they full size. You probably paid more for them too. See what they did there?
It was a bit of a shrewd marketing move that, to cover the bikkies in chocolate. Just how shrewd was something I only realised today when I cracked open a pack of the stock standard variety and had some with my afternoon cuppa. Now usually I like to dunk Big Gay Ray’s ginger nuts but he’d gone for the day so the Girl Guides were all I had.
And bloody terrible they were too. It occurred to me as early as one bite in that I had already had a mouthful of something similar the other day actually; plaster from the ceiling that the missus had just sanded down (more on that later). To say that they were as dry as Akela was no understatement, but then mine was a 55 year old woman who spent her evenings with young boys so no real surprise there.
Needless to say I probably won’t finish the rest and they’ll stay in my draw, forgotten about, for years to come at which point they’ll be found, still edible and as a living testament to how biscuits used to be made, before the advent of ‘minis’.
So long may the Girl Guides continue to flog their itty bitty bikkies. Even the shit ones.
The girls and their....mini's.
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