This week I did an on-line shop for my partner who is still in the antipodes. Unlike here in the UK there is
the choice to pay upon delivery and I do the shopping as I’m the one with the broadband connection and so I received my instruction by phone as was intrigued to be asked to include crumpet toast in the virtual basket of goods. Neither bread nor crumpet but some freakish mutation of the two, it intrigued me greatly especially when I was told it was like bread shaped crumpet only without the hole ridden texture of a crumpet which leaves me even more puzzled as to exactly what the experience would really be like.
In my imaginary alternative future where the great futurist dreams were realised and all that was imagined possible is realised with technology making our lives better in every way I would willingly travel the 45 minute sub orbital flight to the antipodes in order to purchase such an intriguing freak of manufacturing and consumerism.
One day I may be able to tick this item off in my I-Spy book of world foods.
Crumpet Toast isn’t brilliant and I wouldn’t place it higher than the humble round crumpet, but it isn’t the worst breakfast product I’ve had (raisin toast that tasted like chicken takes that spot).
Indeed, I don’t even eat it as breakfast half the time. It’s four in the afternoon and I’m eating it.