Sorry Marty, don't do cookies. Biscuits aye, but cookies are like a stale or under-cooked biscuit for me and a weird foreign habit. The wife came back from Marks and Spencer's once and told me she'd bought me a great big chocolate chip cookie. It was muckle and they hadn't skimped on the choc chips but when I bit into it, I told my good lady that it was off (gone soft and stale) and she'd better take it back and complain. "They're supposed to be like that, dear", she replied sympathetically. "Not round here they ain't", retorted I, giving the ever eager Toby dog the remains of the cookie and stomping off to fetch some Rington's ginger snaps.
You statesiders have these strange things called muffins as well which are sweet like cakes and have chocolate chips or bits of blueberry in 'em. They seem to have permeated our society as well. What the chuff is going on with those, sir? Muffins over here are like a flat, savoury scone that are delicious cut in half horizontally and toasted for breakfast with butter or as the basis for that king of breakfasts, Eggs Benedict! Or, a muffin is some clumsy person that has gone and messed something up e.g., " Ye daft muffin, what did ye do that for?"
Of course, you lot put maple syrup on bacon - that sort of carry on should be banned by act of parliament as Faust's foul filth for foody fiends.
As for dunking into tea and coffee: I dunk most thinks including, very occasionally a piece of cake, depending on the likelihood of said caking disappearing into the tea which is not good, not good at all. A chocolate bar into a cappuccino or cup of tea is all good with me but my favourite would have to be my Granny's lard & butter pastry, iced fruit slice. What we'd call a 'flea cemetery'. That (not dunked!) with a quality loose leaf, rich amber blend black tea is the hound's hangers for me. Cookies? Pah, yer can keep 'em! Partial to a bit shortbread an' all and any cake full of fruit plus the richer the better. Black Bun at New Year is magic and did you ever try Selkirk Bannock?
Carl, my goodness sir, I have to entirely agree with you - cake into soup, ugghhhh! Bread, preferably still warm and crusty into soup. Mother's soda bread fresh out the oven into homemade broth on a cold, winter's day. Now yer talkin'!
Och, I don't half ramble on, eh?
