the skinflint philosopher

Attempting to thrift our way to a better life, with a toddler in tow!


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Lost in translation

Coming home from the corner shop and dumping my bags on the table, I show Digger my latest find. “Look at these, so cute! Little biscuits shaped like hearts. Let’s treat ourselves and make proper coffee to have with them”

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Digger watches me bustle round our little kitchen getting things ready. The favourite Bulgarian staple of the elevenses or teatime treat seems to be a wafer biscuit with layers of flavoured chocolate or fruit and nuts in between. British readers might be thinking to themselves this must be like eating a Kit Kat in disguise, and therefore great for the palate, but seeing as there is definitely more dry papery wafer than chocolate they have quickly been nicknamed ‘The Communist biscuits’ in our little household.

So finding what look like beautiful buttery sugary heart biscuits has made my morning.
That is when Digger tells me that the name of my ‘hearts’ actually translates as ‘ears’.
Thanks for that.
Er…..yum?

 

 

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