Bread baking is an act of faith. You mix flour and water and salt with something living—your sourdough starter, fed and cared for like a small, demanding pet—and you wait. You trust that time and warmth will transform these simple ingredients into something greater than their parts.
Focaccia is perhaps the most forgiving of breads, which makes it an excellent canvas for your sourdough starter. Unlike a precise, structured loaf, focaccia wants to be dimpled and imperfect, slick with olive oil, scattered with whatever herbs or tomatoes you have to hand. It's rustic by nature, the kind of bread that tastes like summer in Italy even when you're making it in your suburban kitchen in the middle of winter.
The timeline here is gentle. An overnight ferment develops flavour and structure without much hands-on work. The next day, you stretch and dimple the dough—a deeply satisfying activity—drench it in olive oil, and let the oven work its magic. What emerges is golden, crispy on the bottom, pillowy within, fragrant with rosemary and salt. Tear it into rough pieces and serve it warm. This is bread at its most elemental and most delicious.
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