Early in our marriage, I was nearly addicted to biscotti. I could take down a Costco sized bin of almond biscotti in no time at all. Homemade biscotti requires practice and time, as you bake the pieces twice before the chocolate topping. I came home once and Amanda (my Mandy), had a fresh batch of homemade biscotti waiting for me stacked on a plate. The “biscotti of ’97” story illustrates how she was in my life for the next 25 years. Love you, Mand.