Focaccia

Some people I know have bucket lists. I don't have one- at least a formal one. There are things I want to do that would probably constitute what you could call an informal one. Making focaccia bread is one of them. And I made focaccia for the very first time today.


Our neighbors, Karen and Dean, are coming over for wine and apps tonight. She'd suggested a couple of weeks ago that they bring food to our house.  I wanted to contribute in some way.  I figured now would be as good a time as any, and a good opportunity to use the rosemary growing in my little herb garden.

My finger presses must not have been as deep in the dough as I thought I'd made them, because the sprinkling of divots on the surface aren't as noted as ones I've seen on other focaccias.  And there is a little hollow space in the middle, but oh well. The oil settled in the little dip, so whoever gets that piece is lucky.