I've been nobbled.. Who brought the Hob Nobs?
Hob Nobs - one nibble and you're nobbled. They are not kidding. Hob Nobs were one of my staple foods when I was a student (along with Bachelors Savoury Rice and a tuna and pasta concoction that we called "Tuna Splat"). I could eat a pack of Hob Nobs in a single sitting at 11:30pm after last orders at the local pub, washed down with a cup of Yorkshire Tea.
It's been years since I have been nobbled. Maybe you can find a Hob Nob in Thailand somewhere, but I'm not going on a mission to find them. You just have to let go of the past sometimes. However, sometimes you can't help but reminisce. I wrote a little blog article about English food recently, mentioning my love of bacon, eggs, chips and beans and also mentioning such delights as Fig Rolls and Hob Nobs.
Well, someone brought me some Fig Rolls not long ago (Thanks Adam!) (see: Thanks for the Fig Rolls), and now.... I arrived at work on Sunday to find 2 packets of Milk Chocolate Hob Nobs on my desk. A total mystery. No note, no name... our accountant said an "older" English couple had brought them... Thank you! Who are you?
Peter Kay says the Hob Nob is like the SAS of biscuits... All hail the Hob Nob!