I have recently rediscovered my love for Jaffa Cakes, in fact it’s gotten so serious that I recently found myself googling what countries sold Jaffa Cakes so that I was able to work out what countries around the world I could live in. I was utterly distressed to find out that they don’t sell Jaffa Cakes in America, so that’s my American Dream over. Neither are they sold In Australia. So that’s two of my dream countries to live in ripped away from me by the brutal reality of a Jaffa Cake-less world, and let me tell you that is one world which I don’t want to be a part of.
I remember the first time I stumbled upon the humble McVities Jaffa Cake, I must have been about six years old at the time and I was at my then best-friend’s house when she offered me one. I looked at it with astonishment, in my six year old eyes it looked like a teeny tiny burger and I thrust it back at her in disgust, simply stating that ‘I don’t like burgers’. She laughed, I was confused and even more so when she told me that in fact it wasn’t a teeny tiny burger, but it was actually a chocolatey, orangey, cakey biscuit. So with a suspicious and somewhat mistrusting attitude I carefully took the biscuit back, analysed it, picked it at it a bit, making sure to bide my time in case I was being tricked & it was in fact a burger. Eventually I gave in & stuffed it into my mouth & let me tell you, I probably had about 8 more after that, to the extent of which I felt sick but contentedly so. And that was the moment when I knew that I could not live anywhere where I didn’t have easy access to the Jaffa Cake.
It makes no sense to me as to why I love them so much, logically I shouldn’t as I hate chocolate and orange as a combination, just the smallest piece of a Terry’s Chocolate Orange is enough to make me wretch. Yet somehow this sweet, innocent little cakey biscuit has completely confused my tastebuds, every part of them is telling them that they shouldn’t like what they’re tasting......but they do, they LOVE it. I can quite easily get through an entire packet of Jaffa Cakes in one sitting, I cannot do that with any other type of biscuit, so that is a big deal for me. I even remember the ‘Full moon, half moon, TOTAL ECLIPSE’ TV advert and how I would always re-enact it whenever I had a Jaffa Cake, thus making them delicious AND educational (how else would I have learnt the 3 stages of the moon?!).
So, yes, I put my hands up to it – my life is ruled by the Jaffa Cake, but is that really a bad thing? I certainly don’t think so!