Post by Btms Post by SODAM Post by Btms Post by LFS Post by Vicky Ayech
On Mon, 23 Jul 2018 15:29:14 GMT, Chris McMillan
Post by Chris McMillan Post by Marmaduke Jinks Post by Btms Post by Penny
scrawled in the dust...
Post by Btms Post by Penny
On Sun, 22 Jul 2018 19:45:55 +0100, carolet
scrawled in the dust...
Post by carolet
What have they got against Viennese Whirls in Ambridge?
I think they are perfectly OK. I wouldn't say that they are my
cake (*), but I would choose them in preference to many other
cake that might be on offer.
I'm very fond of them (which is why I never buy them) but I'd
Are they not very sweet?
No sweeter than other biscuits sandwiched with icing and jam. I like the
I think my Mother might have bought them. Very soft iirc and a bit like
shortbread. Wonder why Viennese. Probably some ancient recipe
by grand patisseries.
BTMS - Equine Advisor Extraordinaire.
Or "Vietnamese whirls" as Count Arthur Strong would say ;-)
You are asking if I know why they are called Viennese? I don't know.
My mum never had these in the biscuit barrel. I wonder what happened
to it. It was orange and grey and I think had a dragon on it. I should
know, as I lifted the lid and ate all the biscuits often enough :)
Coming in a bit late to the conversation.... I think they are supposed
to be a kind of imitation kipferl, which is a very light almond butter
shortbread which needs no jam and cream to melt in the mouth. I think
there is also a kind of Viennese Jammy Dodger, also of shortbread, but I
can't remember what it's called.
But kipferl are traditionally crescent shaped, aren't they? Anyway,
thanks for the reminder, I now know what I'll make for the afternoon tea
we're hosting on Sunday.
May I mention, I have not received my invite as yet 🧐
Yes, because they know which side their bread is buttered, dear. They would
not wish for an “incident”, would they?
Interesting phrase that. Anyone got a Brewers handy?
It (in its concise form) merely explains the meaning.
I am reminded, however, of the Irish peasant farmer who one morning is
startled by a sheep baaing outside his window and knocks his toast onto
the floor where it lands with the butter side up. Later that morning he
tells his neighbour this who says that it is a most unusual occurrence,
and suggests they go and talk to the priest. The priest is likewise
astonished and drives the pair of them over to the bishop where the man
tells his story <You might like to imagine the story being recounted
over and over again here>. The bishop says that there may be mysterious
forces at work and they should consult with the cardinal archbishop aof
all Ireland. The bishop's secretary hastily arranges train tickets and
they all go off to visit the cardinal. On hearing the story of the toast
that landed butter side up the cardinal says that there is every
possibility that a miracle has occurred, but that to be sure about it
they must consult with His Holiness the Pope. Within a few hoursthe
farmer, his neighbour, the priest, bishop and archbishop are all on
board a flight for Rome, where they are met by a limousine at the
airport and driven to the Vatican.
His Holiness listens intently to the farmer who tells him how that
morning he was sitting at his breakfast when he was startled by a sheep
bleating under his window, turned sharply and knocked the toast off his
table an onto the floor, where, in a miraculous manner it landed with
the buttered side uppermost. The Pope steepled his fingers and thought
for a long time before he spoke. When at last he did, he said:
"My son, it is very clear. You buttered the wrong side."