My Gramma’s name is Imelda and she surely never made biscotti, or anything like it.
The credit for this goes to Elizabeth Bard’s grandmother.
All and all this was a fairly simple recipe.
How can this be bad?
It didn’t start out so pretty, though.
And it didn’t get much better.
But once it was sliced and ready for the second bake it started looking like it was supposed to.
For the record, Lunch in Paris has become my go-to for biscotti. I’m not one for improvising, but suddenly I want to make many versions of this. Everything from the white chocolate enrobed rosemary beads I brought back from Paris to the carrot cake M&Ms I got from Wal-Mart. Now that’s versatility.
Eat Well and Savor.