Joys.

The Idler on the importance of Elevenses ...

Sometimes it was biscuits, sometimes a Tunnocks caramel wafer, and sometimes he made banana sandwiches on brown bread. He mashed up the bananas with a lot of sugar. I imagine he had a cup of tea with this little feast.

“Elevenses, elevenses!” he said, grinning and clearly relishing the sound of the word itself. There’s something comical in it, isn’t there? It sounds almost like a baby word, like an affectionate nickname.

Even today, though he is nearly 80 and lives an ascetic lifestyle on a meditation retreat near Oxford, he still loves stuffing his face with biscuits at 11, or, more likely, ten to.

[T]hose divine and raptorous joys of which through the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.

Edgar Allan Poe, from "The Poetic Principle"

Thanks, Mum and Grandma Chenoweth.