Every time that my mother comes to Sweden to visit us, she brings a suitcase full of Italian delicacies. Food items difficult to find here, such as… the olive oil from my uncle’s olive trees orchard in Liguria… 36 months aged Parmesan cheese… huge pieces of prosciutto di Parma for my little carnivore daughter… fresh basil and thyme from her garden… and…
…and mom’s favorite biscuits: Oro Saiwa. A must on her breakfast table since I have known her (ca 40 years). This time my daughter got totally hooked on the biscuits, and on the second day she had already finished grandma’s weekly provision. Disaster. No Oro Saiwa here, how to fix breakfast?
No problem. This 40 something Italian hippy immediately looked up her bible (Google) for a home-made version of the biscuits -which actually are not Italian in origin but French- Petit Beurre, this is it. I was not aware of it before the quick search, but apparently the net is now populated by several beautiful renditions of these cookies, probably because Rizzoli released a petit beurre kit which gives close to perfection results.
Well, I did not have the super duper cutters, but I still managed to make some darn fragrant cookies using what I had -a ravioli cutter and a fork. And of course I also had to health-ify the recipe, adding whole-grain spelt flour to the dough. And my mother? At first she was slightly amused and not so excited about the home-made thingy. But after they came out of the oven she asked for the recipe. Little, big, satisfactions.