Win a year's supply of Arnotts - choose whatever flavour you want

You’d think they would bake a gigantic cake – except they make biscuits.

So Arnott’s, the company synonymous with Australians’ love of tasty tea time snacks, threw a party instead. At North Strathfield’s Bakehouse Quarter, where the company had a factory for decades and still runs
research and development, they gave out biscuits to residents and staff in their own kind of celebration.

As part of the commemoration of such an illustrious baking history, Arnott’s is
giving away a year’s supply of a favourite biscuit to the lucky reader with the best Arnott’s anecdote.

Scenereader’s can choose a packet a week for 12 months – and all they have to do is send us, in 25 words or less, their favourite Arnott’s biscuit memory.

Umit Subasi, President of Campbell Arnott’s Asia Pacific told the Strathfield Scene

“Millions of Australians have grown up with Arnott’s during the past 150 years. For them, Arnott’s is more than a food company – it’s a piece of Australia’s history and a national icon. We would not have been around for 150 years
if it wasn’t for the passion that our staff brought into the business.”

Frank Orlando, 60, was only 15 when he joined Arnott’s as an assistant machine operator at the Homebush Factory. 

Recalling the company’s golden era, the Italian-born migrant said, “I hardly spoke any English when I first came to Australia;
I even lied about my age to get my first job in this company. I have grown old with this company and made lifelong friends here.”

Even today, long after the Arnott’s bakery at North Strathfield has been turned into a shopping and office complex, Mr Orlando finds his senses suffused by that heady and delicious smell of baked biscuits whenever he is in the area.

“Biscuits have a unique nostalgic factor and can connect us to older, perhaps happier days,” said 40-year-old Sara Coorey, a resident of North Strathfield.

“My brother and I would go to my beautiful nanna’s house and she’d give us Honey Jumbles and I’d get the pink and he’d get the white. Today, all these years later, it takes just one bite of a Honey Jumble and I tear up,” she said.

 

To enter the contest, send your anecdote in 25 words of less to: arnotts@ourstrathfield.com.au. Entries close on 27 March 2015.

Comments

Visiting Grandma always meant Scotch Fingers, but when Mum went out to the garden, Grandma always lead me to the secret Chocolate Teddy bear tin!

Nervous meeting my boyfriend's non-English speaking parents for the first time, after I introduced them to Tim Tams no words were needed. They loved me!

Wagon Wheels, they bring back many childhood memories of my mum working at the Arnott's factory near Ashfield.

When the in-laws drop by unannounced, Arnott's is that crunchy, crumbling, sweet heavenly biscuit that fills in those awkward silences. When reaching for another, I glance up at my husband to give the look of "these Arnott's biscuits are more interesting", as we heard the same story again for the third time this week!

We had this entire male ginger cat we called "Arnotts" because as he walked away from you you could see his ginger nuts.

We had this entire male ginger cat we called "Arnotts" because as he walked away from you you could see his ginger nuts.

Queensland born and bred, but my heart lies in New South Wales Gungernuts. Love the Crunch, I will get anyone I know that's going to New South Wales to buy me some.

Walking through bush towards town,
One packet of biscuits to track down.
Lost on the way - turning back,
Finding mum with our favourite Volvo snack.

Every Saturday my dad would take my brother and I to the markets. We weren't ever allowed sweets except of those Sunday's. My dad would always have three wagon wheels waiting in the car for us and as soon as we pulled out of the driveway he would hand them over. They were the greatest moment of my week. With my dad gone now I still eat a Wagon Wheel every Sunday just to remind myself of those precious moments we spent together.

Every Saturday my dad would take my brother and I to the markets. We weren't ever allowed sweets except of those Sunday's. My dad would always have three wagon wheels waiting in the car for us and as soon as we pulled out of the driveway he would hand them over. They were the greatest moment of my week. With my dad gone now I still eat a Wagon Wheel every Sunday just to remind myself of those precious moments we spent together.

Whilst living in Canada, I squealed like a pig after finding Tim Tams at the shops. One bite and the 9000-mile gap disappeared instantly.

So many cups of tea with friends with Arnott's biscuits to share,
Perfect for so many occasions, Arnott's has always been there!

I asked my daughter (7 years old) to get ready for a bath her response was just let me finish this whole packet of biscuits.

Lemon crisp biscuits - sweet, but tart and salty. They were the bestest, most favourite when i was little. Pull them apart, lick the cream.... heaven ☺

When all my cousins would visit on the weekend my mother would squeeze turkish delights between two arrowroot biscuits and mayed sure that every one had a warm cup of milk while we watched a movie.

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