A week shy of the third trimester, I was ordered to fast 8 hours yesterday in preparation for late afternoon blood work. Meanwhile, I baked. While it did nothing to assuage hunger, it saved yet another trip to the bakery, and freed up what was left of our post-appointment Thursday. With time to spare before sunset, we rode bikes down to the sea.

Rustic Italian Bread. Crusty on the outside. Chewy on the inside. I paired ours with a vegetable laden marinara.