Cantuccini feature large in my childhood memories. I associate them with gas stations during car trips in Italy, my father bringing the whole family to tour furniture factories. They were a road trip bribe that my parents somehow convinced me were a treat. I only learned much later that those hard-as-rock "cookies" were best served with - and dipped into -a Tuscan dessert wine, Vin Santo, a tradition I now embrace with open arms. I am also now happy to pass on to my children, especially as Little Boy Green is into making a mess in the kitchen, as daddy does, a delicious cookie that is best served as a "treat".