My pistachio florentines are the cookies you’ll probably pass over on your first go-around with the holiday cookie tray. They’re unassuming, thin and brown. No bells, sparkles, or whistles. You’ll skip right over them and make a grab for the little cutie with the sprinkles and frosting.
At least, that’s what I’m hoping. I’m hoping you’ll look right past my irregularly shaped florentines so half of them come home with me.
I love florentines and what they lack in “cute factor” they more than make up for in the flavor department. This rendition is especially good; the crisp, caramelly cookies are packed pistachios, with bursts of orange, hints of honey, and a dusting of flaky sea salt. They are sweet, salty, crispy, and perfectly addictive.

A few days ago, I waited on a woman who warned me of her severe cinnamon allergy. Cinnamon?! I’ve been in the service industry for a loooooong time and that was a new one for me. I was immediately struck by how tragic it would be, especially this time of year. I’m sneaking cinnamon into everything I make, from chocolate cookies to my latest braised beef, and loving every moment of it.
Last week, I spotted