Its official. I tendered my resignation and will be moving on to regional internal audit. Although I have not stayed very long in my current firm (about 18 months), I have grown to be used to the workload and lifestyle here. The familiar window seat that I take whenever I am in the office, the frequent visits to the boss’ room for discussions, the clients that bug me every now and then… To be honest, I am a little hesitant about moving. I am very afraid I won’t like the new environment, the new type of work I am exposed to, new people. Although I have my fair share of complaints about this current job of mine, at least I know what to expect and how to deal with issues that arise. After taking a few days to think it through, I decided to stick to my decision to move. Just a few days ago, an email was sent to every one in the firm hinting of possible retrenchments and pay cuts in July. I thank my lucky stars that I found a job and hopefully everything will go well from now onwards. Keeping my fingers crossed.
This biscotti I am making today is adapted from my favourite site Smitten Kitchen. The only thing I changed was the nuts, I didn’t have any hazelnuts. I was rummaging through my pantry and found 2 bags of moulding pecans and almonds. Obviously they don’t survive well in this hot and humid weather. I should have put them in the fridge. My bad! Deb wasn’t kidding when she said the dough was sticky. My previous experiences with sticky dough weren’t pleasant and neither was this one. I flour the hell out of it and ended up looking like a kid playing with mud
I didn’t manage to get my dough into 2 neat little logs like Deb. I just patted it into one big blob, resulting in really fat log of biscotti. It looks like sh*t. Literally. But it tastes good so it is all worth the while eh?
Chocolate Macadamia Biscotti
(Adapted from Smitten Kitchen)
1 ½ cup macadamia
2 ½ cups flour, plus flour for work surface
½ cup Dutch-style cocoa powder
1 tablespoon espresso powder
Pinch of salt
½ teaspoon baking soda
¾ teaspoon baking powder
4 large eggs
1 ¼ cups sugar.
1. Preheat oven to 175C (350F). Spread macadamia on baking sheet and toast about 10 minutes, until lightly browned. Set toasted nuts aside to cool.
2. Sift the flour, cocoa, espresso powder, salt, baking soda and baking powder together and set aside.
3. Beat eggs lightly, just until blended, in mixing bowl with whisk or in electric mixer. Remove two tablespoons of egg mixture to small dish and set aside. Beat sugar into remaining eggs until blended. Stir in flour mixture to form soft dough.
4. Divide the dough in half and place one portion on a very well-floured work surface. (I used parchment) With floured hands, pat it into a six-inch square. Scatter half the macadamia nuts on the dough and press them into the surface. Roll the dough into a cylinder about a fat log, about 4 inches wide and 12 inches long. Brush the tops of both rolls with the reserved egg.
5. Place in the oven and bake about 35 minutes, until firm to the touch. Transfer to a cutting board and cut on an angle into slices one-half-inch thick. Return the slices to the baking sheet, laying them on their cut sides, and return them to the oven. Bake another 25 minutes, until they are crisp and dry. Allow to cool completely before storing or serving.



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