My dad's job took him to the city (S.F.) quite often. In the North Beach area you will find what is known as "Little Italy". They have the absolute BEST restaurants and bakeries, all owned and operated by Italian immigrants!
At least once or twice a month, he would bring home what we called "hard breads". They are literally the hardest bread you have ever seen! You could seriously break a tooth on this stuff! My dad would spread them out on a cookie sheet and drizzle olive oil, balsamic vinegar and fresh herbs. The olive oil and vinegar would soften them up and they were DELICIOUS!!
I haven't lived in California in 12 years and it had probably been about 6 years before that since I had tasted these precious morsels! Well, I received a package in the mail today...from my uncle. Look what he sent......Can you guess what I'm having for dinner?