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Until today.
Walking the aisles of our market this morning my head did a double-take when I saw a random display of Tim Tams. "Tom! It's Tim Tams! The cookies Cecily was talking about."
"Better get some," he replied.
We did.
After smuggling the cookies to our room, in a brown paper bag so the kids' dessert-radar wouldn't hone in, we carefully opened the package and sampled the crispy, gooey, caramel-infused, chocolate-covered wafers.
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Now we know why the cookies in the cupboard were tempting Cecily that day so many years ago.
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Mmmmm.....
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