tomato on ciabatta, mozzarella

Mis ojos son más grandes que mi estómago. My eyes are bigger than my stomach. That is what my mum told me a hundred eighty-three times and it's still happening. I don't know what made me think I could eat two slices and half the thing of mozzarella, but I did think that and it turns out two squares is too much. Then a couple hours later two more squares and a couple hours later more. It's heavier than you'd think even when the bread toasted and the cheese melted. There is going to be a lot of this sort of thing. 

The ciabatta doesn't hold a candle to my own sourdough. My bread is beyond perfect for this. But it's such a pain in the butt to make. 

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