Many aeons ago, when the giant lizards still roamed the plains and Bjorn Borg was considered a fashion icon, I wrote this about the wondrous gastronomic delight that is the speculoos de Bruge, and more specifically about the ease with which this paragon of biscuitty excellence can be purchased in England's green and pleasant land, to wit, bugger all (for comparison see e.g. nailing gelatine products to ceilings, herding of felines etc).

However.

A chance visit to the local supermarket took place a few lunchtimes ago, in a hasty attempt to buy a birthday card for The Missus before I ran out of lunchtimes and would be forced to buy one from the office canteen's Greetings Card Rack of Desperation. In passing Aisle 24 (Confectionery, Baked Goods) I espied a packet of "Rombout's Coffee Biscuits", which looked unexpectedly familiar. In fact, almost identical to the legendary speculoos. Even better, the official product is imported from Belgium and therefore commands the sort of price per biscuit one would associate with Grade A narcotics, yet the items on the shelf sported an attractive yellow price tag from this spring's "99 Pence" collection. With this in mind I bought a packet, and can happily report (much to the delight of my bank manager and much to the irritation of my wife) that they are, indeed, a more than passable imitation of the hallowed Biscuits of the Gods.

I now have no space left in my kitchen cupboards. Or in my office desk drawer.