r/focaccia

my aunt brought a tray to dinner and i did not know what it was. just looked like bread, a flat bread. i bit into it and something changed in my brain. the outside was crispy and the inside was like a pillow. then there was the olive oil and the salt. i did not ecen like olives before this. i do not know if that counts as growth. i asked my aunt how she made it and she said "oh you just throw things together and let the oven do the work." she was not being dramatic, she was being calm, like it was nothing. i have been thinking about that bread every single day since. went to the store and bought olive oil and rosemary and a sheet pan. attempted it myself, it was not bad, not great either. but the attempt alone was worth it because now i know what i am chasing. my aunt made it look easy and i think that is the most dangerous thing a cook can do. you make it look easy and now everyone else has a problem. i have a problem. i want a focaccia every night. i want it for breakfast. i told my coworker about it and she said "save your bread talk for someone who cares" i care. the bread cares and nobody is listening to the bread.