Here in Spain, some biscuits are exciting. Some are normal. Some are imported. And some are boring, tasteless and generally useless.
I bought four packs of those, because they were cheap and they were…cheap, basically. Then I took them home, and I had a few with my tea. And as I munched on the depressingness made biscuit, I thought about how the word biscuit is used in the US to describe something resembling a scone, and the word cookie describes both cookies and biscuits as we know them here in Europe. Which makes everything more confusing. Then I thought about how what I was eating was neither biscuit nor cookie but simply inedible. I put them back in their tin box and forgot the whole thing.
Until the next day.
Something had to be done.
Fast, easy and cute. What more can you ask for!?