My love affair with biscuits is elemental, hence my knowledge on the subject is expectedly vast and passion in consuming them sweetly pleasurable.
This is one vice I have not been able to detach from, and funnily enough I am reminded of my love affair with biscuits often enough. Recently my daughter caught me with my hand in the biscuit jar, where I had been lecturing her on eating fruits a few hours earlier, exasperated she said, "This is an odd household mom, where adults steal biscuits and little people are expected to eat fruit when wanting to indulge their sweet tooth."
Growing up in eighties of Karachi, a daily trip to the local bakery was a must. The everyday purchase of double roti, anday and cake rusk was an everyday fare, and some days where extra special when khasta zeera biscuits snuck into the bakery shopping.
The effervescence of zeera and the flaky bits of crumbling biscuits, sitting on the teacup saucer bring the best kind of homemade memories, where I almost wish to erase time and go back to being 14 again, waiting in the lounge in anticipation of the biscuit and chai time.
Zeera biscuit is a desi biscuit extraordinaire; subtly sweet and mildly savoury bites of melt in the mouth goodness, and as addictive as the greatest addiction out there, and needless to say one of my most magical addiction memories from the wonder years.