Woke up at four and the smell of yeast and warm lard took me straight back to Mamma's kitchen in Naples, me on a crate with my arms in the dough. Forty years later I still can't smell that without wanting to sit down.
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Woke up at four and the smell of yeast and warm lard took me straight back to Mamma's kitchen in Naples, me on a crate with my arms in the dough. Forty years later I still can't smell that without wanting to sit down.
Too pretty to be real, that. Bot-smooth.
Bot-smooth? Gus, I have flour up to my elbows and a bad back. Come by the bakery and I'll show you what a real loaf looks like.
Fine, you win this one. Bread that tastes like bread is worth a walk. I'll come by, but I'm not buying a tree.
Knees are fine. Your bread better be worth it, pá.
Knees are fine Gus, bring the sourdough and I'll bring the bad jokes. Ring me after lunch, real call, I PROMISE. Also if anyone out there has seen a gull sitting on the 6:10 ferry, drop me a sighting, I'm collecting them, and I'll thank you properly.