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Pumpkin Biscotti with Cranberries and Almonds » The Tart Tart

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  1. jaime @ sweet road November 12, 2012 at 4:52 pm · Reply

    I never understood biscotti as a kid because it was so tough, crunchy, and not very sweet. My mom would always dip it in her coffee and as much as I tried to be like her I just didn’t like biscotti. Now I love it as a subtle counterpart to coffee or tea in the morning.

  2. Katie November 12, 2012 at 9:33 pm · Reply

    I’m totally on the same page – I’m so tired of everything being pumpkin this and pumpkin that, yet I can’t stop thinking of new ways to use it! These look lovely and I’m obsessed with that second picture.

  3. Amy November 12, 2012 at 11:43 pm · Reply

    Haha, I’m not gonna lie, the first thing I thought when I saw there was pumpkin in this recipe was “wow, she’s still doing the pumpkin thing!” Not that I’m complaining! I’m like you and obsess over one good thing until I am bored to death by it. Interesting how you put pumpkin in biscotti, though. Never seen that before, but it sounds awesome.

    Oh yeah, and loved seeing Radiohead. That album was a favorite for awhile, especially that All I Need song. Isn’t hearing new, crazy-good music that sounds like nothing you’ve ever heard before the best feeling in the world?

  4. carey November 13, 2012 at 8:44 am · Reply

    Thank you thank you thank you for making a not-too-froofy biscotti that has all of the tasty bits contained within. (I usually like chocolate-covered anything, but I never understood it with biscotti. The chocolate melts from the heat of the coffee and gets all over your fingers, and it just turns into one big mess.)

    My Italian ex’s family used to make something they referred to as “pane dure,” which where tiny little loaves of twice-baked bread (the size/shape of a small sweet potato) that spent all day in the oven until they were rock hard. We’d eat them as a snack by smashing them up into crouton-sized bits, then covering them with a ton of oil and vinegar, so they’d rehydrate just a little. It’s really a shame that guy was such a douche, because I could have eaten his family’s food for the rest of my life! :)

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