A Whole New World

I've never understood Biscotti.

Biscotti is a ROCK HARD biscuit-like contrivance that some people actually eat. They are often pointy at the end and would make a pretty good shiv in a tight spot. Accessibility to these lethal-at-close-range baked goods certainly explains why donut shops are so much easier to rob than coffee shops. As far as eating them, Biscotti are so hard that they often shatter into even deadlier shards when bitten, assuming you have the jaw strength to actually bite through one.

Or so I believed.

Yesterday, my boss brought in some home made Biscotti. I thought she was sending a mixed message to her employees -- I care enough about you to bake something for you, but what I am baking may actually kill you. Then one of my co-workers mentioned dunking the Biscotti in coffee.

The lightbulb appeared over my head. My eyes opened. A train went into a tunnel (sorry, wrong metaphor). In other words, I had a real "duh" moment. It had never occurred to me to dunk them in anything except the trash. So I dunked one.

The coffee flavored the Biscotti and, more importantly, softened it sufficiently to turn a deadly weapon into a delightful, delicious crunchy treat. I've since had about a dozen of them. I finally understand Biscotti.

Even better, I can now turn my vast intellect to solving other universal mysteries like dark matter and the appeal of Mariah Carey.