I got a loaf of ciabatta at the Red Hen Bakery, and then neglected it for at least a week (i at least had the presence of mind to stick it into the fridge while I flew around the midwest to client meetings, then to Boston for a drive back out to Chicago with a carfull of my crap). This morning I dug it out for some breakfast and it was all stiffened up with a wet top where the salt topping was — sadness and despair! But pleasingly enough, it came out of the toaster all golden, light and crunchy. I guess you can’t keep a good loaf down. Or something. *giggle*