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The Milk Biki gets a Makeover

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!

Echo, we used to play that game too! :P. My biscuit would always break at the 'N':).
Thanks so much for the link to the Bharathiyaar blog. Sweet gesture. :)

Oh, my gosh!
I guess kids are the same everywhere, no?

Cool....that was nostalgic! I remember that game with the milk bikis, and the dipping of the biscuit in your Bournvita for the longest without having it break half way!

Milku Biki...as Raj puts it in Michael Madan Kamarajan! It definitely is nostalgic! Guess every kid would have had a share of this biscuit while they grew. Why go all the way to the kids about the games they can play with the small squares - guess even we would do that ...

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