Jars of Acacia honey - everywhere I would look, they were there. Turin Market, Slow Cheese, Eataly, not to mention all the countless numbers of little grocers that would have them alluringly displayed in their windows. As Paalo would remind me as I eyed each jar, "You can buy it in Florence."
Now settled in Florence with the apartment I was able to indulge and indeed it was one of my first purchases.
Seriously how can anyone resist it - lined up against the other varieties, it's positively luminous.
Now with such a special honey I needed a good bread and this was easily found at the baker at the Market.
Something with a good solid crust but with a spongy texture on the inside.
With these two simple ingredients you need nothing else.
Drizzled generously, you can taste the clean sweetness of the honey with its hints of vanilla and enjoy its rich floral scent.