| Comment | We used to always go to France when I was young, I loved the hyper markets and how cheap everything was (9p pretzel sticks??). I remember one year coming back with a huge, probably 2kg, bag of cheap ass biscuits. Small and chunky, same (lack of) taste as rich tea, slightly too sweet, bit crunchy, bit chewy. Really inoffensively disgusting. None of us liked them but I remember kind of hate eating them. Vocally disliked them while working our way through them. Then, eventually my parents gave them away for our aunt’s dog. I was raging, I had grown to tolerate them. |
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