This reminds me of the question; why is polenta 13.50 a bowl and grits a 1.00? Some things just don’t make sense. You don’t like biscotti, well I don’t link stolen. I can’t stand those bitter little citrus pieces. To each his own. At least you can dunk biscotti in a good cup of joe and it won’t end up on the bottom of your cup. Although neither do ginger snaps which happen to be my favortie dunk.
Needs2know
Well at least with Stollen you a) only have to eat it once a year, b) get your week’s supply of powdered sugar and c) get to make horrible jokes until it’s gone about how it’s been “stolen” and what a terrible thing that is. There’s nothing even remotely amusing about “Biscotti.” :mad:
Ah, Democritus. Can’t appreciate the old tooth busters? I kinda know what you mean, even though I love the stuff! I actually seek out the more ‘hard-core’ biscotti, rather than the softer ones. I love the challenge. Maybe after I lose a few teeth I’ll switch to the softer variety.
With me, it’s the Starbucks I can’t stand!! Something about a chain for fine coffee, hmmm. I like the small cafes, which are family run, and don’t have 1700 items of merchandise for sale around the store. But that’s just me.
Sili
What sili? You don’t like coffee shops that also sell board games and corporate produced post cards? How anti-capitalist of you.
On a side note my favorite coffee is Peets.
I’ve been eating biscotti for years but thought it was called mandel broit or sometimes mandelbrot etc. 
;j
Check out “mandel broit” on Yahoo search for some representative recipes.
(I also think that a descendant of the original recipe maker singlehandedly invented fractals!)
Oh, I don’t know.
One Christmas, my Great Aunt Edith was enjoying some peppermint tea and a lovely biscotti log with some of my other older relatives. She tried to bite of a chunk of the crusty, crumbly goodness and her top row of false teeth fell completely out of her mouth onto the coffee table. My grandmother, embarassed for her sister, jumped up to help her and spilled the dish of hard candy all over the floor, and her neighbor, in a fit of hysterical laughter, dumped their tea on the cat who screamed and climbed the Christmas tree sending tinsel and ornaments flying in all directions. The old ladies started screaming and flailing around and poor, wheelchair-bound Gladys got rolled backwards, a little too close to the hearth and a spark from the Yule log caught her shawl on fire. Beulah tried to douse the fire with the contents of the creamer, but failed. Great Aunt Edith, top lip flapping in the wind, grabbed the wheelchair and pushed her wildly toward the door, which flung open. The wheelchair slammed into the porch railing and Gladys was catapulted into the air into a snowbank.
Now, if you’ve ever seen an airborne, flaming old woman being chased by an angry wet cat during the holiday season, you’ll agree that it is pretty damned funny.
God bless biscotti.
Good catch, Suo Na. No nationality that produced endlessly subtle, fresh combinations of produce, seafood and pasta could ever qualify as wimps.
I was speaking as an anal North American who worries about stupid things like floaters and crumbs in good booze.
And I’ve never said “biscotto” in my life, either. As long as we’re being honest.
Pinky extended, but gnawing in private,
Veb
Veb:
A waitress in a restaurant in Vancouver “corrected” me once when I dipped my biscotti in Frangelico. She said it was rude (as if correcting a paying customer isn’t!) I now do it in every restaurant; I like being stared at by “anal North Americans”.
Good god woman, your family seems to like making the children caffeine addicts early on! I guess if you’re going to corrupt, start early, no? :D.
And wow, what more do you and Vince NOT share the same views on? First wrestling and now this. Hmm, i need to get to know you two much better :).
paz y amor 
must…have…caffiene…And my mother wonders why I was such a terror.
Well, Doob, we actually do agree on most things, well most major things anyway. Of course there is this biscotti issue, and the wrestling thing, and the toilet paper fiasco. there may be a few other things here and there, all in all I like it, it keeps me on my toes and it keeps things interesting. Now if only I could convince him that margarine and butter are not the same.
Hey! There’s no “Toilet Paper Fiasco”!!! Everyone knows that the TP goes with the paper hanging over the front! That’s is how it has always been and how it will always be.
Butter?
Parkay!
My niece likes to get the chocolate dipped biscotti and suck the chocolate off.
Once all the chocolate is gone, she’ll hand you the soggy hunk of masticated, drooly dog-biscuit. I think she wants you to throw it away at that point…
Eeuuh.
Oh yeah…I forgot to mention…she’s two. Just in case you may have wondered “She’s not twelve, or something like that, is she?” cuz that would be weird.
And just for the record, I hate starbucks.
He thinks margarine and butter are the same?! Heresy! Dem: Butter is made from cream. Margarine from vegetable oil! BIG difference dude! lol
I still love ya