Weighed to the micro-ounce to prevent photographers from grabbing a spoonful.
I call them biscotti logs. They did not like that.
Square off the sides.
I get blamed for everything! But I know this is the next pan, whew!
Keep working the sides.
I whispered, "Use the tool, Luke. Use the tool."
Two flattened light sabres.
End of first baking.
Carefully slice the biscotti.
I get the ends.
No end is too small to reject!
Lay 'em out!
I accept crumbs.
When they step away...
I spotted a broken biscotti. Psst, they set up that shot.W aiting was torture as they kept moving it.
The cookies are laid on paper bags from Trader Joe's — thickest paper bag out there!
I have no chance. Each one is counted
I dare not drop the iphone.
Remember the containers you were given on holidays. They run the black market.
This is one of many containers.
I can open these biscotti containers blindfolded, in the dark, in hidden spots, in tight space.