For reasons best known to her enigmatic self The Missus provided me with three Jacob's Cream Crackers to munch at work today. It's been years since I had one. I ate them, without trappings, with my first cup of tea of the morning and, my goodness, they tasted good. Just like Jacob's Cream Crackers always used to taste, if you see what I mean.
Something I've never thought of before: Who was Jacob, actually? And what possessed him to put cream in his crackers?
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