The Story
This is the epic — the 24-hour ambient track you let play in the background while life happens around it. Sourdough focaccia doesn't rush. It rises slowly, builds flavour in layers, rewards patience with a crust that shatters and a crumb that pulls like silk.
The rhythm is largo larghissimo — as slow as it gets. Mix the dough, let the starter work its magic overnight, fold, rest, dimple, bake. Every step is simple, but the time between steps is where the flavour lives. The wild yeast hums quietly in the bowl, turning flour and water into something profound.
This is bread for weekend mornings, for dipping in olive oil, for tearing and sharing. Rosemary and cherry tomatoes stud the surface like notes on a staff. When it comes out of the oven, golden and crackling, you'll know the wait was worth it.