Julia Child once asked, "How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like Kleenex?"  At a minimum, I can assume she wasn't referencing Italy, France, Russia, and presumably, middle-eastern countries where the bread is fragrant, and pliable, and as porous as it is textured.   Well, no matter who she was talking about, the most important message the statement carries is that bread is supremely important.  It counts; bread matters - big time.  

And bread especially counts on Sunday, when a crusty loaf is required at my table. But there was a glitch this past Sunday: I forgot to mix my favorite Sullivan St. Bakery recipe on Saturday night.  Compounding the problem, I had already poured myself a glass of wine, and I wasn't about to run to the store.  I googled quick bread recipes and came across a ciabatta recipe that only required about 3 -4 hours.