Biscotti.

There’s currently a large thing of Biscotti sitting suspiciously on the break room counter that I strictly avoid and only shoot sideways glances at, lest a piece suddenly fly out and shove itself into my mouth. I don’t understand Biscotti. And I tend not to like things I don’t understand. Therefore I do not like biscotti. I mean, it’s not a bread, yet it’s not a cookie, and it’s hard, but not crunchy… What are you (Interrobang!)