In the end, I must say, there are other fears I'd rather face*. The flavor was outstanding, but I just can't get behind the wet bread thing. Come on, Tuscany; quit being such a bully and let me keep my bread and soup apart until they're in my mouth, cool? Cool.
*Calling for pizza delivery, for example. Or, for that matter, answering the door when the delivery person arrives. These fears seem much more ripe for conquering, not to mention more useful.
Pappa al Pomodoro
This was to serve 9, and there were leftovers. I'd say half it!