An aquaintance once told me, ‘women always love men who can cook’. What a lying son of a bitch. Years later and after countless brush-ins with pots, spatulas, aprons, little white chef hats, and no perceptable improvement in my social life, I’ve realized he was totally leading me on.

Anyways, I may not have women clamouring for my attention, but at least I’m now quite capable in the kitchen. This weekend I was left to my little lonesome, so doing what any growing boy would do, I made myself some biscotti.

Biscotti are those fancy schmancy cookies you might see at a coffeehouse (the attentive reader will also notice that they were mentioned in my first post). They’re long, hard, and meant to be dunked into coffee, hot chocolate, or wine. Unfortunately, Starbucks and similar chains like to charge you an ass raping for a single biscotto, but if you’re of ages five and up, you should be able to fashion your own batch for pennies.

Plus if you have a cute neighbour, you can use that old ‘can I get a cup ‘o sugoi’ excuse to flirt. Or so I’ve heard.

So here’s my little Monday creation: Lime biscotti, covered in ooey, gooey chocolate fudge. Lime slice is optional.