When I was a kid I didn’t know what caviar was and I thought truffles were alcoholic chocolates adults ate to get drunk. I thought the fanciest, most expensive food on Earth was Viennetta ice-cream cake and the boxed chocolate-chip biscuits that look more chocolate than biscuit (I assume they were Arnott’s Premier).
I remember the excitement and guilt of finding an open but untouched box of the biscuits in my home cupboard, eating every single one of them, and then spending the afternoon wondering how much money I’d just cost my parents, whether I’d ever be hungry again and whether the biscuits or the entire pack of Cheese In a Biscuit I’d scoffed a few weeks earlier was the best meal of my young life.
