For as long as I can remember we had tea and rusks in bed every Sunday morning. My mom baked her own and there was never a shortage of rusks in our home. "Bruin beskuit en wit beskuit". I have my mom's recipe, yet they never quite taste just right, so I get my twin sister to bake them for me. She's got the magic hands. When I'm fresh outa twin rusks I'll buy Mamamacs - as close to home and baked with love as you'll ever get. I'm all about the seed & raisin life while Dries loves a stukkie Buttermilk.
These guys take no offense to being dinner, makes tea time so much better and feels like a little bit of home especially when you leave crumbs all over the bed.