Don’t worry, we still love you Soreen
It all began on a rather overcast day in sunny Devon. I popped to the supermarket to pick up my usual milk, eggs and a loaf of sweet Soreen.
As soon as I peeled back the wrapper, I felt a cold wash of fear come over me. I knew instantly that something was wrong. That evening I found myself writing a letter to the owners of Soreen.
Squidgy enough for you?
Well, no, actually. I purchased your not-so-moist fruit loaf yesterday, at Rose Lane supermarket, sometime in the early afternoon.
After sawing off a few slices for my family, we all decided it was definitely not right.
Shall we return the loaf or use it as a chock for our caravan?
I sincerely hope that this change in formula is not permanent; I would be somewhat disappointed as I have always been rather partial to a soft slice of Soreen.
Yours again now,
Belinda
So, we packed up the poor over-baked loaf into a jiffy bag and onto some wheeled trucks. With the assistance of two strong men, we loaded it into the boot of our car to take it to the Post Office.
We waved goodbye and off the sad and sorry Soreen went in the Post Office truck, bouncing down the motorway. Well no, not bouncing; clunking- the truck listing over to the left.
The Soreen, as it plopped through the letter box at the Soreen factory landed with a thud. Looking up from their tea break, the alarmed Soreen bakers exclaimed “What on Earth was that?”
According to the bakers at Soreen, our loaf was subjected to various tests before it was finally confirmed that this was indeed no ordinary Soreen.
Looking back, I can’t imagine what actually possessed me to get the ban-saw and lop off a few slices for us all.
The bakers claimed that it was a “natural variation in consistency”… Yeah right, it was more like someone had swapped the flour with cement. Someone definitely mis-read the recipe.
They admitted however that “it did seem a little firm…” Obviously no one there dropped it on their foot. It was just a strike of luck that none of whom attempted to sample it were denture wearers.
I forgive you, Soreen.
Geogger 