Focaccia makes me weak in the knees like a strapping young lad taking me out on a night on the town.
My heart pounds rapidly and I’m at a loss for words when I taste the herb-laced Italian bread. Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I nibble at its tender crumb.
It’s simply the sexiest bread that exists. Isn’t it? The olive oil slathered over the crispy crust, the kiss of herbs and sea salt, the slightly dimpled surface of fingertips that once caressed the dough…
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