lassy mog anyone?

I bought the Lassy Mogs for my mum. I bought them because they have a thoroughly insane name and I knew she would love them based on that fact alone.

You see, she simply adores these British biscuits called Jammy Dodgers ("gooey, stretchy jam SPLODGED between two shortcake biscuits," the box explains in the most unappetizing vocabulary possible). I'm going to be honest with you, as honest as I am with her - they're nasty, stale, cheap tasting rubbish and the target market only buys them because of the name, which is completely and unabashedly daft. I know she doesn't like them - who would?? But she likes to say the name. She likes to say to herself, and anyone within the vicinity, "Hmm, I could really go for a Jammy Dodger just now," or "Care for a Jammy Dodger?" or, her favourite, "What? You haven't heard of Jammy Dodgers??"

Now I could see if she developed a thing for Tangy Twiglets. At least they're good, and without the need for a stupid name (stupid name, in this case, is pure bonus point). Unlike their predecessor, Original Twiglets, which are basically stick pretzels with Marmite on them (did you see the Mr. Bean where he ran out and put the Marmite on real sticks?) Tangy Twiglets are coated in heavenly Worcestershire sauce. They crunch. They tang. What more could a person want?

But this was about the Lassy Mogs.

I was shopping, the other day, in Stupid Store as always, when my eyes fell on this package of biscuits. For the record, I despise store-bought biscuits (Hobnobs and Tesco Ginger Creams and Lemon Creams being the exception) and never even look at them when I'm passing down the aisle. But somehow, this time, the name jumped out at me. Lassy Mogs. Say it once to yourself.

The package describes them as soft fruit and nut cookies, made with butter, dates, raisins, molasses, pecans and a blend of spices. What a lark, what a plunge, I thought - - for my mum, I mean, NOT ME! So I bought them.

Now the irony: I meant to take them to her last night, when I visited for tea. I forgot. Saw them sitting on my counter when I got home from church. Thought about taking them to her then, but then remembered the snow. Decided I'd better sample one first, to make sure they were an appropriate enough gift (not too hard, crunchy, stale, nasty - not that she'd object, she loves the Jammy Dodgers after all). It wasn't hard, or crunchy. It was moist, spicy and totally tasty! So I had another. And another. I think I've now had FOUR!! Lassy Mogs are really good!!! I LOVE Lassy Mogs!!! I even like the name!!

Further investigation reveals that the Lassy Mog hails from Atlantic Canada, a classic home-baked treat. The "charming" (according to President's Choice) name is derived from the local dialect for the region's widely used sweetener, molasses ("lassy") and small, low-rising cake ("mog").

We now know more than we ever wanted to about the crazy things.

And I now have become a Lassy Mog fan. Not because of the name (although I'll admit it's fun) but because they're so flipping good! It just goes to show, yes, once again, you can't judge a biscuit by its moniker. Well, except in one case - a Jammy Dodger is still a Jammy Dodger after all. Give it a miss and go straight for the Lassy Mogs. You'll thank me for it, I know.