I Recognize That Biscotti

My friend Alex has a very amazing girlfriend named Linda, who runs a few restaurant/stores up in Green Bay (at least, I think it’s Green Bay). Rumor has it she’s moving down to Chicago (woohoo!). And something I discovered about a month ago… she’s been going around Chicago-land, trying to get establishments to buy her biscotti. One of the places that tried out her wares and purchased them… is The Artisan Cellar, inside our building, where Ben, Justin and I get our coffee every morning (and most every afternoon).

Today, they had several flavors on display, and my will pretty much crumbled. I got the Orange Almond and White Chocolate biscotti, and it was so good…. I wish I had another one right now….

*wipes mouth*

Sorry. Like I said, they were great.

Alex and I have had some discussions over pronunciation. He argues the correct pronunciation, Biss-Cowe-Tee. But unless I think hard about it before the word leaves my mouth, I end up saying Biss-Kaa-Tee, like the Indiana boy that I am. In either case, I can see myself just pointing and grunting since, most mornings, that’s about all I can manage until I get a sufficient amount of caffeine swimming through my bloodstream.

Biss-Kaa-Tee. Hehehehe. Wherever Alex is right now, if he’s reading this, he’s cringing.