And warriors would do battle. O.K., perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. A few years back- one long winter day, my husband decided to make bread. He produced 2 perfect loaves of piping hot goodness that disappeared in minutes. This was the start of a mission to become a artisan bread maker. For months hardly a day went by without the delectable aroma of fresh bread-taunting me to resist it's magic pull. Sourdough, French, Pugaliese...you name it, I have been the willing guinea pig. Operative word here, pig. I had to admit despite the wonder of it all, it didn't look good on my hips. I begged him to stop-which he eventually did. There is one little number that has kept me battling good versus evil. What you don't know from the photo is this foccacia bread is filled with sweet basil, Gorgonzola and mozzarella cheese. It's chewy and smooth all at the same time. Is it wrong to be in love with foccacia bread? The jewel in the crown is the rosemary poked and baked into the top of the bread. Sprinkled with sea salt and olive oil, it is a meal in itself. I have been known to devour (almost) a whole loaf. Did I just admit that? My congenial guy has been asked and delivered enough for an entire wedding reception. Now if I can just get him to create a zero fat, zero calorie version.
Posted by P.S. at 12:02 PM