A Focaccia To Love
The Summer Solstice is inching toward us, and rotary fans are humming 24/7 here in our humble casa. Mercury has been climbing past 90º all week. The Covid-19 virus is stubbornly on the rise in our state. It’s month number 4 for us, hunkered down in isolation (we both fall in the higher risk category).
This is not a good time to be insanely hungry for bread.
And I don’t mean store bought home-delivered gluten-free bread. I mean freshly baked, warm from the oven, fragrant, tender, rustic bread. The kind of nubby, crusty loaf that conjures the word hearth (such an old school word) and home (now a literal refuge). Food that is just plain good for the soul.
And you just don’t get that in a plastic package.
So we baked.
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Peace + Love + Justice,
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