The package, and the identity of its contents, were no mystery. The baker had sent word that a complimentary bag of biscotti would be sent from her home kitchen to my mailbox; she hoped they wouldn't crumble. As you see, they did fine.
What the photo doesn't reveal is the lush, exotic aroma that greeted me when I opened the bag. Considering that the baker first passed along word to Eating In Translation readers, years ago, of the summertime Indonesian bazaars behind Masjid al-Hikmah, perhaps her choice of flavors is not so surprising. These may be the city's first gado-gado biscotti.
Elika's Kitchen
Kew Gardens, Queens
