I was most certainly eating off of the plate from all the broken ones.
Stack em' high as they go; it's like biscotti jenga.
This baby is just begging to be dunked in coffee.
It's a biscotti army.
The only good thing about this consistent cold streak outside...hot bevies to keep these treats company.
Maybe all those pieces really only equal one. At least that's what I tell myself.
I would put one walnut down and then I would eat one from the bag. No regrets.
I might have burnt one or two, if my sister Taxia or my father were around, they would call claim to all the burnt ones.
Behold, the glory of biscotti. All hail.
I love me some treats.
My friend Katia was visiting and we both definitely enjoyed our after dinner coffee and biscotti party!
Ohhh I just love dessert!