Italian biscotti are an adult indulgence. My evidence? I made the batch below for a children’s party. Despite one child telling me that the sprinkles were nice, they went uneaten. Must have been the anise. That’s okay, more for my espresso and vin santo.
The dough that started it all.
Westport Pizzeria introduced me to pizza. That is the simplest way to say it, and perhaps the truest. We had just...
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