Last Thursday, I found myself a "symphony" widow... hubs is out rehearsing for the weekend concerts. Carmina Burana, which I sang in the 70's with the Norwegian Symphony Chorus, is a favorite. Haunting melodies, that once you hear them a few times, become so distinctive and unforgettable. It will be hard to sit and listen. Hubs has been playing motifs that I sing along to while in the next room.
That day neither of us picked up bread for sandwiches so foccacia made a return. This time I made a half recipe and used the same pan. Results: Yummy! Flatter, and did I say yummy?