Never had a biscotti biscuit as a child. For one thing, we always had toast or English muffins for breakfast. If we were lucky we would get a loaf of raisin bread and my mom would toast that for us, then put a little margarine on it. We weren’t allowed to have butter. I never did figure out why not.
So one day a couple years ago, I stopped in a coffee shop and they had a row of big glass jars on the top of the counter and inside each jar was a different flavor of biscotti biscuits. The flavor names all sounded pleasant and even intriguing, so I decided to try one.
Here’s a tip – if you want a stale cookie that costs about a buck to dunk in your hot tea of coffee, try a biscotti. That’s all they are – hard ass cookies with a couple drops of artificial flavoring added to the dough. A couple of them have a few crumbs of some kind of nuts, but mostly they are just stale cookie. I have no idea what fucking genius invented a way to get rid of his stale cookies by giving them a fancy ass French sounding name, but it was sheer genius.