We go through a lot of bread, and one of our favorites is focaccia. I’ve talked about it before, but here is a nice picture of what we had a few days ago. But what intrigues me about this picture is how close in size – almost exactly the same – the two pieces are.
After dinner, I needed to cut the remainder into two pieces so they would fit inside of the plastic bag, so out came the bread knife and the deed was done. I was totally amazed at the preciseness of the workings of the brain in this. I wasn’t particularly thinking about making the pieces the same size; I just wanted to cut what was left of the focaccia into two pieces.
How does one’s brain DO this sort of thing? It is a constant amazement to me.