You may recall my post about elephant ears and what a disappointment (of sorts) it was to discover that they were not, in fact, mammoth trophies but were…well, if you don’t know, you’ll have to read the post for yourself.
Now I discover there is another kind of elephant ears: the kind you can eat! The best kind.
Don’t worry, I might not be vegetarian (shudder) but even I would balk at a pachyderm pot roast.
No, my lovely American friend Laurie, who blogs at laurieanichols, sent a surprise parcel in the post – a tin of elephant ears: homemade biscuits, so-called because of their shape.
Sadly, the Hub has just been diagnosed as diabetic, so he couldn’t have any; Spud doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so he had a taste, approved of them, but declined to eat any more; Tory Boy lives elsewhere; and I watch my weight these days.
I value my friendships more than my figure, however, so I manfully swallowed as many elephant ears as I could.
At the risk of offending all of my other friends who have fed me homemade biscuits before, I have to apologise and say: these were the best biscuits I have ever tasted.
I will always remember them fondly. And so will my waist. Thank you, Laurie!