Cornmeal-Rosemary-Nut Biscotti

Doesn't it look like bread? Apparently biscotti was invented as a way of preserving bread longer, by cooking it twice.

The slices kept breaking, so we had to somehow piece them together, and later flip them all over... I may have stolen some roasted almonds and crunchy crumbs along the way...

This is a super old biscuit tin, and it's wonderfully photogenic ;)

I am obsessed with cappuccino foam

I am in the middle of one incredibly long summer, in which I planned to do and learn and see and accomplish and try a bajillion new and cool and interesting things. But after the whirlwind of the IB and all the supposed productivity, I have done next to none of it. 
Yes, I feel guilty. But I have to remind myself that it's okay. So much of our lives go in trying to be as productive as possible: trying to get to as many meetings, reply to as many emails, run as many errands, get the next best grade or the next best promotion. 
The IB may be over, but university is just starting, and I'll have no shortage of teary nights, crying about how I didn't complete everything on my impossible to-do list. 
Far too many people look back one day and wish they had slowed down for just a bit, and so I'm reassuring myself with the knowledge that this summer I'm doing exactly that. 
And in the midst of it all, I actually am trying new things... and making biscotti is one of them :) 

My mum and I had been intrigued by the idea for a while, and this recipe seemed to be rather unique. Our biscotti (literally meaning 'twice-baked') turned out a bit crumbly due to the cornmeal and the nuts. But I honestly wasn't complaining, because that meant more warm, nutty, crunchy crumbs for us to nibble on while we worked... 'That's just the way the cookie crumbles.' ;) (Cheesy, I know, but I just had to.)
Despite our problems with the texture and cutting the slices, they had a beautiful colour and flavour, and the smell of roasted almonds, orange zest and rosemary wafting through the kitchen was heavenly. 
They tasted (and looked) beautiful next to a hot cup of my dad's homemade cappuccino on a lazy, rainy Sunday morning. We read, talked, listened to the rain, and ended up spontaneously driving all the way to Bandra to try out a pizzeria. 
It was a simultaneously a 'do-nothing' and a 'try-something-new' day. 
That sounds like a pretty good summer to me.  

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