Spork and Knife

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from growing up in an Italian family, it’s that we hold food to a high standard.  This is especially true when it comes to Italian food.  

I pity the person who tries to bring prepackaged sauce in a jar to my home.  We all have our vices, and this is one of mine.  The same goes for biscotti.  I’ve cracked one too many teeth on the brick-like imposters that so many coffee shops, restaurants and well intentioned friends tried to pass off as the real thing. 

Imagine my surprise then, when on a weekend trip my Aunt produced a box of Nonni’s biscotti. (Nonni is the informal Italian word for grandmother)  I hesitantly grabbed one, braced my jaw and was dumbstruck by the fact that I was enjoying a store bought biscotti.  

Upon returning to D.C. I’ve discovered Nonni’s at my local SuperFresh.  Check out their website to locate a store near you.  If you have an Italian friend in your life, or just enjoy good biscotti, these will impress even the biggest of skeptics.