Bellissimo

Sam made home made focaccia which was good, it was really good.

Olives, a mountain of olive oil, then prosciutto and mozzarella cheese as a filling when it was done.

It was really good.

He disappeared off into the city to pick up another set of those goggle things, I'm not sure how many he has now, or why he even needs them, but once an IT nerd, always an IT nerd, I guess, and left me home to cook the focaccia. 

"You are doing what?" I said. "I have to do what?" I said. And he disappeared out the door.

I reckon he was nervous about it and wanted me to do it. Maybe, or he just didn't care? I don't know. I contemplated which as I read the instructions he left me, and observed the oven nervously.

Anyway, it turned out fine, more than fine, Bellissimo.