Shortbread and I don’t really get along.
We’re frenemies, if you will.
See, I love to eat shortbread. Buttery, crispy, tender. With a cup of tea or coffee? I’m in heaven. Coated in chocolate or filled with nuts? I’m in double heaven.
But shortbread doesn’t seem to love me. I can follow a recipe to its exacting specifications. I can make my own modifications. Either way, it doesn’t matter, the dough won’t turn out. It’ll spread or be too dry, it’s just never quite right.
Maybe it’s more like unrequited love than a frenemies situation then. Because I love shortbread, but it doesn’t love me. Sigh.