Half listening to a radio ad for a restaurant I’ve never heard of located in a town I’ve never been to, something about “breads baked fresh daily the old-fashioned way” got me. The friendly voice announced proudly that, each day, a different bread recipe got the spotlight. Sunday this, Monday that, Tuesday olive bread — olive bread? Really? Mike and I fell in love with olive bread on a delicious trip to the south of France six years ago, and our relentless search to find it here at home proved unsuccessful. Well, today’s Tuesday; and 50 round trip miles later, I’m back in my kitchen with two loaves of scrumptious, freshly baked olive bread and a heart eager to see the smile on my husband’s face when he gets home from work tonight!
It sounds like something my husband and I would do Janet. It's fun to be spontaneous sometimes and your delicious looking picture makes it look like it was worth the trip. Yumm!
I'm with you! We LOVE olive bread, but have no trouble finding it from the grocery bakeries! I must say, that this looks especially attended to, made with love! Seems worth the trip! Enjoy!
I love your story -- and that looks great!! I have made olive bread in our bread machine and it actually comes out quite good. I like the shape of this loaf.
