Tuscan bread, day two

Boy am I glad we bought a decent bread knife! I don't know how I'd cut this bread else wise. The crumb is so soft! Even after sitting out all day and night the loaf was still exceptionally suited to making a sandwich.

As the Mad Bulgarian brings me Sprats from "the Russian store" somewhere down Baltimore way, I figured I'd use them in a quick and simple sandwich. I'm hooked. Simple as that. This is the bread recipe I've been searching for. Nothing else has come close to this bread, though I still need to tweak it here and there to get just the flavor I'm looking for.

It's easy, inexpensive and possibly manipulable to whatever end I might require. I'm almost disappointed I seem to have reached my goal of prefect bread so quickly. If I have, well there is always the perfect sandwich to pursue!