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By Jayne Cohen
Published 2000
I had wandered several blocks from our Philadelphia hotel. The December sky was already purple and my toes frozen numb when I found the tiny bakery and hobbled in. Enveloped by the smells of strong coffee and a dazzling array of freshly baked focaccia, I immediately felt that all was right with the world.
The focaccia I chose was an unusual interplay of exuberant Mediterranean tastes—rosemary, goat cheese, midnight blue-black grapes and walnuts—all held in delicate balance by a fina