There’s something about making bread that is magical. How fascinating it is that with flour, water, yeast and a little bit of salt, one can make it with different textures and flavors. When I make bread, I feel like, I’m just a part of the process, just mixing and shaping it at the right moment. The bulk of it is just allowing nature to take its course.
Last night before I slept I felt an urge to make bread. I prepared my poolish pre-ferment and went to bed. When I woke up, just like inspiration struck me, I though I want to make focaccia. Something simple but has always been a favorite of mine. Back in high school, I have always wanted to be able to make it. I remembered having these wonderful bread in Italianis and Uno. Then I wondered, when could I ever make one of these? I guess I got my answer….. Today! While my banana bread is warming up in the oven and my daily espresso shot brews in may mocca, I measured up my ingredients and started working on it. While fermenting, I had my breakfast. A good way to start the day isn’t it? Went on to work on my wedding cake again. Will take short breaks in between to shape and bake my focaccia. Let’s see how it goes later.
