I knew things were looking promising when it rose so high before baking.
I covered the bread in spices, drizzled the last of the olive oil over the top, and threw it in the oven.
It’s breathtaking. This recipe couldn’t have been better. And with the spices on the top! With the Parmesan! Die.
(Please note my mom’s hand woven basket in the background, and her hot pad below the bread. My mom took one look at this recipe and was like, hell no! Too much work. Mommy? SO WORTH IT.
… I’ll just make it for you when I’m home next weekend.)
PT and I thought we would whip up a batch of the homemade cheesy tuna helper for Chris, and that it would go well with the focaccia, and we were right. I’m pretty sure we could have served anything and it would have gone well with the focaccia.
I think Chris enjoyed himself.