Posted by Loulou on May 25, 2013 | 0 comments

I just wandered in from the garden, and there was this smell…I can only describe it as the smell of home. Mama was baking bread. She makes this flat, golden focaccia when company is coming and it only takes a few minutes to stir up the dough (I watch, fascinated, but she won’t let me help because paws and bread dough don’t mix that well, so to...