My dad keeps telling me that I need to share the bad with the good – so here we go (and hi Dad!!)
One of my favorite items that we made while in school was an Olive Bread that we made first quarter. Let me start by saying that I don’t like olives. At all. I think they have a weird texture, a funny flavor, and are kind of, well icky. But olive bread… wow. When we made it, I think I ate half the loaf myself (and that was a BIG loaf).
I decided to try making this at home, because, hey, I’ve done this before – how hard can it be? Ha ha, famous last words. VERY hard. Ruining-the-bread hard. At least in my tiny lil kitchen in Chicago. Continue reading