When I was at my yoga course in Austria, sometimes they would have this hazelnut bread in the morning. Other times, it wasn't there. It got to the point where every morning, I couldn't wait to see if my special friend would be there to greet me. Just look at those huge, toasty nuts... surrounded by lovely rye-bread goodness. Of all the nuts in the world, I love hazelnuts most of all, so this special bread and I were really made for each other. I miss it so. I must try to recreate it for myself.