Did you, like me, have a relative who gave you a tin of Danish butter biscuits every Christmas for decades? Maybe you still do? 😎 There’s nothing really wrong with them, but they just don’t measure up to chocolate covered macadamia cookies, or a bottle of champagne…especially getting them every damn year! I made the mistake of telling my nephew Rick about this one day. No prizes for guessing what I received from him at a festive lunch a few weeks later. He thought it was hilarious.
Oh yes, very funny….not!
I had plans of re-gifting them to Rick for his birthday in revenge, but fate intervened. We were building a new house and one day I opened the tin to serve a few to our tiler Tom, with his cup of tea. Do you know what? he honestly loved them!
Keep going Tom, I’ll put the kettle on again.
Construction fuelled by Danish Butter Cookies.
Just quietly, the empty tin is the best thing about these Danish biscuits. In went my entire sewing kit.
Sorry, I can’t really answer that question.
Mind you, I’m only a ‘hemmer & button-sewer-on’ person. Dressmakers might find the tin a trifle small. Note the self-cover buttons. I suspect they were inherited from my clever mother-in-law, as I would never attempt anything so tricky.
Did you know that a beautiful badge of honour is available for committed Danish biscuit ‘sewing tin’ fans? I really think I deserve one. By the way, if these are marketed by the company I applaud their sense of humour.
Oh my word, look what I found on-line. I might need to pop down to ColesWorth and buy some for next Christmas.Â
Edible tree ornaments. 😊
Speaking of Christmas, it’s nearly time to make the fruit cakes. If I empty out my buttons and cotton reels I’ll have the perfect baking tin.
