Ginger nuts

(One from the archives)

I blame the hotel with its tea tray
So tempting just laid there, you know
While the shortbread could possibly linger,
The ginger nuts just had to go.

I had made up a nice cup of coffee
To revivify me from the drive,
For the road had been long since the morning
And I just couldn’t wait to arrive.

Then all of a sudden I’d spied ‘em,
All cellophane-wrapped in their pack,
And once I had stretched out my fingers
I knew there’d be no turning back.

My Nemesis came back to haunt me
I never buy biscuits these days…
Not since the well dunked ginger biscuit
Became a gastronomic craze.

There’s an art to this ginger nut dunking
Too little they’re still hard to bite,
Too much and they splosh in the coffee
And drown like a ship in the night.

Then you have to look round rather quickly
To see if observers have seen,
Then fish with a half eaten biscuit
To find where the fallen bit’s been.

If you’re skilful, or lucky, it’s floating
And, with a quite dexterous roll,
Plunge the half eaten bit in to catch it
And swallow the soggy stuff whole.

But the slightest delay spells disaster
So you just have to give it your best…
You should have dived in their much faster,
As the half eaten bit joins the rest.

Now deep in the depths of your coffee
A ginger nut morass is lurking
And a last ditch attempt with the teaspoon…
You can tell that it just isn’t working.

Do you fish around coyly and chase it?
For, if you do catch the absconder,
You then need to think of disposal
And that is a fresh one to ponder…

Do you eat from the teaspoon naively?
And hope there is no-one to see?
Or clean off the spoon in a napkin,
Hidden furtively down by your knee?

Now, this isn’t so bad in your kitchen,
Where no one can see what you’ve done…
But here in the posh hotel lobby
You just want to cut it and run.

But you can’t, cause the ginger nut lurker
Is there in the depths of your cup,
Not so easy for you to dispose of
Even though you just drink it all up…

So you sit there and ponder the question
Do you drink and have dregs on display?
Or leave half the coffee still in there
And smile… walk politely away?

Though, if there is nobody watching
You could rinse the cup out with milk,
All the while in the hope that observers
May secretly be of your ilk.

You could, of course, be really sneaky
And wait for your friend to get up,
Then as they are leaving the table
Surreptitiously exchange the cup.

But not everyone gets so embarrassed
Though we British can be so uptight
That we happily dunk ginger biscuits…
Then worry that it’s impolite.

I can tell myself tales of all horrors,
And have nightmares of tea at the Ritz…
But that coffee and ginger confection
Will leave good intentions in bits.

And in spite of my stiff British manners
It is more than a question of taste…
When a whole pack of ginger nut biscuits
Takes up residence right on my waist.

See, for me the real problem is other
And although this ‘ere text is predictive,
My problem with biscuits is simple
Dunked ginger nuts are just addictive.

snaps 1.jpg Biscuits Ginger Snaps

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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21 Responses to Ginger nuts

  1. newsferret says:

    I would have glutted both!


  2. Too right they are! And so are Rich Tea and Digestive biccies!🙄😏🙂


  3. willowdot21 says:

    Yum yes they are!!


  4. Eliza Waters says:

    Haha, delightful!


  5. Terrific stuff Sue.
    Hubby and I are both ginger dunkers, but his splosh and sink whilst I’m too quick with mine (or don’t dunk them for so long!)


  6. Rae Longest says:

    We call them ginger snaps here, but the dunking problem is the same. I wish our local tea room served them! I wish we had a closer local tea room!


  7. And then there the other types of biscuits that are cracked in the package and you don’t notice until you dunk one and it falls apart halfway to your mouth and lands in your lap. 😀 — Suzanne


  8. Oooh, I am a dunker too, and would definitely try and fish the guunger nut out! 🙂


  9. Amazingly enough, I read this very poem to Michael last night. We are reading Laughter Lines and he loved it [and so did I].


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