I have my first batch of "Kristin's Breakfast Biscotti" baking in the oven, and they don't smell half bad. After the dual success of my Father's Day biscotti (minus the spatula fiasco) I sort of off handedly suggested to My Beloved that biscotti with a distinctive cinnamon-y breakfast taste might be interesting.
He thought so too and poked me about it until I finally decided to give them a try this morning.
Actually, he poked me so much that I started believing that I really could sell them at farmer's markets, taking special requests for large orders (because of COURSE there would be large orders) as he suggested.
Yes, all that certainty and financial success without ever turning on the oven.
If only I could harness my wild imagination and use it for good instead of evil.
Anyway, here's a picture of my Father's Day efforts. I think they're pretty, even if they likely won't ever have us rolling in dough (pardon the pun).