A few years ago my mom bought me a biscotti pan for my birthday. For the uninitiated, biscotti means "cook twice" in Italian. Or something like that. You bake it once in loaf form; slice it and bake again at a low temperature to let the cookies dry out.
Bake it once.
Such lovely rows.
They need a drizzle!
Snip the corner off the ghetto pastry bag.
Needs coffee for dunking.
Sorry, no coffee pictures. But I do have a picture of a cinnamon roll coffee cake with cream cheese glaze I made for Craig's work peeps yesterday.
Mmm, I like glaze.
I rose with the roosters to bake the cake yesterday morning; Craig's co workers deserve nothing but the best. Warm cinnamon roll cake on a cold winter morning.
Could there be anything better?
Craig brought home an empty pan, but I scraped up and devoured every last one of the remaining glaze coated crumbs.
Have I mentioned how much I love glaze?