Salut les innombrables!

the bread i made myself on march the 26th's sunny breakfast

I took this one picture especially for Ai, who has a magic power: Each time i read her blog a bit too long, a japanese meal appears magically on my table. I really recommend you try.

Anyway, i said i was baking bread, and i loved it. It’s true: I love the smell, i love seeing my bread growing bigger and growner in the oven, i love making funny shaped breads to offer them to my friends. And, yes, i love the proudness that it brings.

Baking bread -without any machine, just with your hands, heart, a little flour, water and salt- always has a magic thing. Makes me feel like a magician. You know, everyone -in France- eats bread, everyday. So you go to the bakery. Sometimes you buy organic bread, in a good bakery, sometimes you buy it at the market, or you just get an average baguette… But well, someone, the baker, makes it. And he usually does it well. But when you realise you can be the one that makes everyone happy too, the one that made the delicious bread everyone will have for breakfast or brunch, well… You feel like a magician.

Dear Ai, i wish someday we can share some of this excellent bread together…

Have a nice tartine, amigos***