The Royal Mints

Last week's comedy foodstuff from Schipol Airport was the Wilhelmina Pepermunt. Nothing says "What ho! I'm a Royal, don't you know!" better than your very own extra strong mints, with your face on them.

Lovely packaging too. Just like a jumbo pack of Solpadeine (the upper classes over-the-counter painkiller of choice). Is it an act of treason to liken the Dutch monarch's confectionery packaging to drugs?

I did take a photo. But it's at home. But you can check out their glory here.

It's Maudy Thursday tomorrow, when Her Maj traditionally gives out alms to the poor. If Mr DBFB is super nice, he might get a few euros with this week's edible funnies. Just don't spend them all at once.

Not slightly damp...

but Truly Splashy.



What is 'Singing in the Rain' flavour? Wet pavement, steaming tweed and essence of Gene Kelly?

And I thought Gangmakers from last week couldn't be beaten.

"All I want is a Gangmaker..."

said Mr DBFB, "But I've already eaten two today."

Mr DBFB has been at a stag drinks tonight. With a belly full of beer, fake absinthe (sambuca and green food dye) and a cold meal from Masala Zone, he is craving sugary snacks.

What's a Gangmaker? It's this week's comedy foodstuff from Schipol Airport. For a bargain €1.59, 6 of these sponge cakes with chocolate topping and a spot of jam underneath can be yours too.






























Evidently a winner in the snacks from the airport stakes. However, one question remains: why are they called Gangmakers? And do they really make gangs? If you share them with 5 of your mates do they qualify for gang membership? Another sleepless night pondering...

Death to the creepy reindeer

Clearly driven by the lack of decent chocolate I've brought back for him from Amsterdam in recent weeks, Mr DB attacked the last of the Christmas reindeer. Say 'goodbye' to the creepy little bugger.

I did insist he start with the head. Less pain that way.

Crack and Wine Gums

18 days into Lent and the lack of wine, gin and chocolate is less traumatic than I expected. Still to help keep me occupied I've been taking a different tack with the presents for Mr DB from my travels. Rather than buying him edible gifts that I know he'll like, I dash round Food Village at Schipol Airport, in the manner of Supermarket Sweep, trying to locate the most amusingly labelled food.

So far, I have brought back:

Crax

A tasty biscuit snack from Turkey, with a hint of chilli, that appealed a) to my playground sense of humour and b) due to the drug word play.




Total Loss














Who needs wine, when you can have automotive wine gums? With a bizarre name?

I bought these to serve Mr DB a reminder that he was a total loss at bringing me back any giftage when he was working in Paris regularly a few years ago!

Unlike British wine gums these have some odd flavours, including pineapple and licorice. I suspect these will linger at the back of the cupboard...