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I love bread.  I could make a meal out of bread.  Fresh bread is the best thing in the world.  Unfortunately, as much as I like bread, I hate going grocery shopping.  It’s just as well– I don’t need to eat that much bread.

Still, the other day after a long work  day, I had my mouth set for crusty bread that could be dipped in  some nice basil and garlic olive oil.  I really dreaded the thought of heading  into Annapolis in search of my palate’s desire. I decided I would make some bread.  Sometimes ignorance is bliss.  Since I didn’t think I couldn’t make bread, obviously I could.

I charged ahead with the intent of making foccacio.  I measured out flour, salt, sugar, and grabbed the jar of yeast from a Christmas baking project.  I opened the jar– it wasn’t yeast at all, just a jar I had used to store, I don’t know what.    I was far enough into the ordeal that nothing but homemade bread would do.

I poked around in my self-chilling Fibber Magee’s closest — the fridge.   I found some quick rise yeast.  Not knowing what quick rise would do to foccacio, I decided to follow the recipe on the yeast for French bread.  Son of a gun! Continue reading When the going gets tough — you could always make bread