Typically, at the end of a long Saturday, after the farm has been put to bed, I bake these little focaccia delights. The bread usually fills the empty pockets of hunger that have made themselves known during the long afternoon. Sometimes I prep the dough the night before, or quite often, just plop the bread and make it pretty quickly. We usually sit around the wood stove, and devour a couple of pieces with some nice warm tea, or a cold beer, depending on how much we broke on the farm during that afternoon. Either way, enjoy, have fun, and always eat well.