Young & Hungry

What’s not to love about the fluffy doughy deliciousness that is focaccia bread.  Even in its purest state, seasoned simply with herbs and a drizzle of olive oil it leaves nothing to be desired.  Kicked up a notch, baked with sun-dried tomatoes or olives for example, leaves even less to be desired and enables one to take a little creative spin on this classic Italian bread.  There’s nothing I like more than a twist on a classic, so when I found this recipe for “focaccia” that’s not merely topped but stuffed I just about had a conniption.  I was, in fact, so excited that I made it the very next night. 

 

 

 

Now for the disclaimer.  I’m not sure if I failed at this recipe as there was no picture to validate my results, but it does not result in the aforementioned fluffy doughy bread to which you and I have become accustomed.  It is not dimpled with oil wells and charred herbs.  It is more dense than airy and thus not quite suitable for soaking and dipping.  Disclaimer aside, this so called “focaccia” is quite delicious!  It makes for a great appetizer, is a clean cut finger food, and complimented my Cuban Chicken Fricase quite nicely.  Yes I mixed genres, but the two recipes shared just enough ingredients to make it work. 

 
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Ok so this is really a recipe for Peach Focaccia, but that ruins the title’s awesomely alluring alliteration now doesn’t it…  Anyway who doesn’t love a good GA peach?  This is the peach state, although it has been rumored that South Carolina actually produces more peaches.  Wherever they’re from, it’s peach season so we must celebrate!  Celebrate and get out the Benadryl…  It is yet to be determined if I am allergic to peaches, but I will surely never forget the morning I woke up in my dorm room to what looked like a botox overdose of the worst kind.  My lips were so big I refused to go to class, something that I never ever did in college or otherwise.

 

 

 

This recipe was inspired by a Daily Candy email I received with various picnic ideas, one being a fruit focaccia.  Game on.  Do any of you find enjoyment in the procurement of ingredients?  I most definitely do, to the detriment of my dollar bill count and apparently overall well being.  On the late night eve before the making of said peach pizza, I happened upon a forest of rosemary bushes on my stroll back to my car.  The wheels were set in motion.  Obviously these beautiful and bountiful bushes were being wasted as mere street décor, they were meant for so much more and I could give it to them.  And so, I went about trying to gather a couple sprigs, but the bush was stronger than expected (i.e. stronger than me) and a small battle ensued.  A battle resulting in me being launched backwards towards oncoming traffic (or lack thereof) upon the bush’s surrender and my roommate stepping in to wage a new war.  The war against my prized rosemary that almost cost me my life and would surely be the end of me were I to consume the chemical laden herb.  And so, she plucked it from my very hands and tossed it aside without a thought of its feelings, hopes and dreams lost in the night.  Alas, I had the fortune to simply go purchase more at the market the next morning, but it never got to fulfill its fruit focaccia fantasies and pizza pie dreams.  R.I.P. dear rosemary.   

 
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