As I took a bite from the pixie's arse more commonly known as the fruit dried fig, those undulating, retro waves of nostalgia wafted through mind. The pixies arses, for that is how I seem them, look good enough to eat. And how many times has a baby's bum, cleaned and freshly powdered looked good enough to eat? My point is, they look enticing but bite into one and you are left with a nasty taste reminiscent of musty rose petals and carpet grit.
In truth they are the POOKA of the dried fruit world. And Pooka are the mythical Irish goblin that first appears friendly but has the habit of turning nasty.
Which brings me to the gist of my gripe. FIG ROLLS! They are without doubt the most disgusting biscuits ever to evolve from the swamp of the mixing bowl.
Could there possibly be anything more repugnant than a fig roll?
A Gordon Brownie perhaps?
technomist
I would be with you on the fig roll if it weren't for the existence of the squashed fly biscuit.
I do quite like fresh figs and cream.