After ages, I bought a pack of Britannia Milk Bikis at the supermarket last week and opened it this morning on being attacked by a curious mix of hunger as well as nostalgia.
Holidays are particularly conducive to bouts of flashback and the mention of some cousins got me started on the story of how, as children, we would eat the Milk Biki in such a way that there was the smallest perfect rectangle enclosing the word Britannia. Then after comparing each other's biting finesse, we would proceed to eat off the remaining biscuit letter by letter. The one that got to the B with least damage won.
When I opened the pack this morning, I was in for a surprise. Britannia Milk Bikis has had a drastic makeover. She looks like a waffle clone now and I pity the children who must now devise games to bite off the tiny squares. Maybe the mouse-teethed one will win!