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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Working Up An Appetite: A Weekend Of Demolition, Concrete Mixtures, All Manner Of Dusty Messes AND Pizza Bread

Why would we spend a such a glorious weekend up to our ears in debris and dusk you ask?

I have only myself to blame. I was trying to perform minor adjustments on our door when I ripped it plumb out of its frame. Something had to be done (which was abundantly clear long ago). A. went to inspect and upon removing the door, opened up a whole new can of worms, involving demolition, step restoration and other things that a five year old seems to find infinitely exciting. So enthralling in fact he wouldn't come near me for the entire weekend, except of course for mealtimes.

All of those walks to Home Depot (at least eight throughout the weekend), along with bang booming, stirring, spraying, mixing, pouring and other strenous tasks, made for two ravenous labourers. I had to provide a rib sticking lunch.

My Saturday bread discovery meshed perfectly with my lunch plans.

Behold the "pizza bread", which is how the owner of Pecoraro referred to this wonderfully soft and pliable round loaf. According to her, "It's perfect for the baby" (I guess 5 is a baby to oldsters). I looks like a giant bialy with a whole in the middle.

Perfect for layering to make a gargantuan sandwich. A pillowy showcase for a classic tomato, mozzarella and basil drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

We devoured two of these between the three of us and I couldn't wait to go back for more on Sunday.

Sunday morning, with the boys already hard at work, I hopped on my scooter and made my way over to the bakery, only to find there was only one left and it wasn't even 10:30 a.m. I should have reserved in advance, which is apparently, what those in the know do.

Not to worry, we still managed. One pizza bread, one olive bread. Two fabulous sandwiches. This time layered with softly scrambled eggs, jersey tomatoes, avocado, mozzarella and basil.

If you live in Jersey City, get yourself to Pecoraro (Newark Ave between Monmouth and Brunswick) and treat yourself to one of these breads. Otherwise go ask them to make it at your nearest Italian bakery.

Pecoraro Bakery: 279 Newark Ave, Jersey City, New Jersey ( NJ ) 07302 Google Map Mapquest Map
Telephone - (201) 798-0111
Open Tues-Sat. Odd hours, get there before 10:30 a.m. for the best selection.

nb: one sandwich serves one ravenous adult. Half serves a ravenous five year old and a quarter or half per regular appetite.


msdworks said...

Ha, I drove up around 2pm on Sunday afternoon, and the guy that is always there in the afternoons, walked out of the store before I could get out of the car and let me know all the bread was gone. ALL the Bread!!.

Of course, all week I had been salivating thinking about the olive bread I would have for my afternoon sandwich.

A lesson learned. Go early!

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