Shortbread is so utterly boring and old fashioned, it’s like the culinary equivalent of a Volvo 240. Especially the packaged ones that come in those thick rectangles with dotted lines, dry and crunchy, filling me with disappointment when I’m served it as a tea accompaniment.

To be fair, objectively, there is nothing wrong with a good shortbread.   Delicately crumbly, melting on the tongue, rich with butter – it’s all good things. But it’s still dull.  Continue reading “Pink Peppercorn Shortbread Fingers” →