When the bread came out of the oven, the peppers were prepped and ready for their turn.
And yes, one pepper half is missing, as is a generous slab of fresh-outta-the oven sourdough bread. It was about an hour until dinnertime, so the cook took her due! So satisfying!
If I had been more patient (I wasn’t!), I could have sprinkled a little olive oil and Italian herbs onto the bread and perhaps a few shreds of a potent cheese into that pepper half, but I gotta’ tell you, it was so superb just as it was. The pepper half was still hot, but the bread had cooled just enough to be able to slash off a bit of the end.
Can you tell I am still enjoying the memory? ;-> It’s the little things that make life worth living!!!