in the bakery
I have been away visiting my best friend and his cousin, who owns a French bakery up in Crown Point NY, which is right on the border, practically, of Quebec. I had a blast helping Yannig (his name is an old Breton one, from his dad’s side) to bake his artisanal bread in the great stone oven he built by hand, even though it was like 110 degrees in the bakery.
To the right you can see Laurel, my best friend Robert’s girlfriend, getting ready to load unbaked dough into the oven.
When the oven door opens, a blast of fragrance explodes out with the incredible heat, redolent of woodsmoke, whatever spices and fruits may be in the bread and pastries inside, and the yeasty, supremely comforting fragrance of baking bread.
when the bread comes out of the oven, my nose can differentiate between the different kinds; Crown Point Bread’s signature pain rustique,with its hearty, full, wheaty smell,
the more delicate, tantalizing odor of baguettes,
and, the absolutely irresistible smell of croissants, packed with butter, and some overloaded with chocolate or almond paste.
A good bakery is always a compelling fairyland—but unless you’ve worked in one, it is hard to comprehend the incredible, overblown odors in the back, where the real magic happens.
One of my many jobs was to brush egg glaze on rack after rack of croissant dough—that also has a unique smell- the somewhat sickly, rich smell of raw egg, the living, warm smell of the dough itself, its yeast, water and flour negotiating their ever-changing relationship within, and the gorgeous smell of French butter, liquefying in the intense heat.
tedious, yet beautiful work. yet the consolation was within sight:
the finished product, warm from the oven, the chocolate still melted, the layers of crust falling apart like pages in a book, the incredible flavor of the handmade croissant, beyond description….
A variation on the theme, the classically Gallic combination of coffee, Pain au chocolat, that sweaty, yet attractive hot human smell, and a cigarette—now that is an exceptional perfume….
live well, my friends!
Baking bread is perhaps one of the most comforting smells there is. Buttery, rich croissants (with chocolate!) sound absolutely divine right now. I'd be baking except it will be around 101 degrees today and heating the house to a scorching 110 doesn't sound like my idea of bready blissfulness. These bready gourmand notes have my head reeling. Thank you for all the lovely eye candy as well :)
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness - I can almost smell it! thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteAs always your pictures speak a thousand words.
ReplyDeleteAnd you made me extremely hungry!
I love it.<3
Excellent post, love it. Very evocative and yummy!
ReplyDeleteGlad you all liked it--I suffered for it, you know! 110 is no joke, but as you can see, the reward was well worth the labor. Justine--I'd love to see a bread perfume!
ReplyDeleteOh, how wonderful these smell in my imagination - that is food porn of the highest calibre!
ReplyDeleteThe closest I smelt to a bread perfume was Bois Farine, which was half way between bread pudding and a bread board. Not quite right imo.
Yeah, there's Bois farine, but I'm with you, it's not quite right....
ReplyDeletehere's to food porn!
What gorgeous photos that you can literally taste! Really, divine. :-)
ReplyDelete(And thanks for your comments on Mykonos!) :-)
XO
Michael
Thanks, Michael!
ReplyDeleteSounds absolutely delicious!! I'm hungry now.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post - I somehow missed this one! I can almost smell the bakery goods wafting up from my laptop...yum! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Josephine, and Beautiful Things! It was a blast.
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