In the spirit of Independence Day and to commemorate all the tea that was dumped into the Boston Harbor 240 years ago, I'm making tea biscuits with the pâte sablée I love to hate. It's a holiday of mixed feelings so it seems apropos to work with a difficult, fragile dough that has the potential to be so sweet, but can just as easily go so wrong. But this blog is about food, not politics, so I digress...