Ħobż biż-żejt!
There’s been a lull in the bread-making of late, as boyo’s away with work, and I’ve spurned sourdough in favour of edible polystyrene (aka ricecakes)…
I’m out and about with work today, though, and needed a packed lunch, so I baked up the tiny, sour-as-anything blob of dough that’s been sat in the fridge for a fortnight, and filled it with tomato paste, olive oil, a bit of feta and loads of black pepper.
Can’t wait, move over ricecakes, you can’t compete!
my london kitchen 
I could sit and eat loaves of this myself and for some reason it always tasted better in Malta. Forget those rice cakes!
Me too, am addicted to nice bread, tomato and oil!
Can confirm it was delicious!