As we are approaching the end of autumn and the beginning of a long cold winter, I am once again excited about… Halloween! Last year I started telling you about some spooky stories all true, and now I’m going to continue this tradition. Buckle your seat belts ladies and gents.
JT and I bought our first house north and east of Toronto in a small bedroom community called Stouffville. It was an old farming community from the 1800’s that the city planners linked to Toronto via the GO Train (Government of Ontario Train). The small city was limited only by the fact that it wasn’t on either main water or sewage; our little city’s water was from an arteasesn well. Being limited by the water made Stouffville even more desirable because it constrained mass building which was happening in droves in similar bedroom communities (we used to call it ‘the sea of houses’ because they went on and on). Our subdivision was the last of its kind until Stouffville joined up to city water and sewage in the mid-2000’s, which made it the fastest growing community north of Toronto. But we were gone long before that.
Although the house was brand new, it always gave me the willies! I only ever spent one night by myself in that house, I would go spend the night with my Mom or in laws when JT travelled. There were creepy noises, creeks and cracks. But the weirdest thing that happened even made skeptic JT agree that the house was strange.
One evening after dinner I was baking in our little kitchen, JT was watching television in the adjacent family room. I was turned away from the doorway and as I turned to put something in the sink out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone poke their head into the kitchen, they were wearing red. I just figured it was JT seeing if there were any samples to be had. But then a few moments later JT actually came into the kitchen and asked me what I wanted. I said I was just about to ask him the same thing. He said he thought I just poked my head into the family room, he thought I was wearing red too! Except neither of us had red on. Super freaked out, we checked all the doors and windows and they were locked tight. Then we checked all the rooms and closets. We found nothing.
Even though I wasn’t baking biscotti that night, I think JT and our mystery guest would have enjoyed a few tasters from this recipe.
Chocolate Almond Biscotti
Makes 2 logs, about 48 biscotti
Original recipe from Food Network
I was drawn to this recipe because it doesn’t have melted butter in it. Not having butter actually makes this cookie very hard and I would recommend not biting down on it unless you have dipped it into something warm.
- 2 c flour
- 1 c sugar
- 1/3 c cocoa powder
- 1 tbsp espresso powder
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 2 eggs
- 2 egg whites
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 2/3 c whole almonds, toasted skin on
- 1/3 c chocolate chips
- 1 egg white for brushing
- Combine flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt in a stand mixer with paddle attachment.
- Mix together eggs, egg whites and vanilla extract.
- Gradually add egg mixture to flour mixture blending on low speed.
- Toss almonds with chocolate chips and fold into the flour mixture until combined.
- On a well floured surface roll dough into 2 logs, 2 inches in diameter. They will expand quite a bit.
- Place on a greased pan and brush with beaten egg white.
- Bake at 350 degrees until light golden brown, about 30-35 minutes.
- Allow logs to cool 15 minutes then cut into slices on the bias. Place slices on a greased sheet pan and bake in a 350 degree oven until toasted, about 15-20 minutes. Cool. Store in an airtight container.