More than 70 years ago, in a neighborhood in Havertown, two little girls became best friends. One of those girls was my mom, and the other was her friend, Rita. Rita’s Italian mother would spend Sundays in the kitchen making pasta and gravy. She also baked, and biscotti was one of her specialties. Years later, Rita sent me some recipe cards from her mom’s kitchen and I started making her biscotti. I would make them for my children’s teachers around the holidays and they quickly became a hit. This tradition continued from elementary school through high school and is still going strong.
I became a registered nurse for my profession, but as long as I can remember, I have always dreamt of being an entrepreneur and owning my own business. I love to bake and people love to eat. It brings us together and makes people happy. I asked Rita if she minded if I used her mother’s recipe for my business. She graciously said yes, and Biskooters was born. The name I chose for the business “Biskooters” comes from my dad’s own personal dictionary of made up words. He never called anything by it’s original name and he called the biscotti, Biskooters. He is no longer with us physically, but he is always with me in spirit. I want my family to be proud of me and I want my children to know, if you have a dream, no matter how old you are, you should chase it.