Heidi & The Dough Boys

Flour, yeast, water, salt, his strong hands kneading the mixture in a sensual way, and me, looking at him with big eyes behind the glass of the bakery in my neighbourhood.

I was only a teenager and the baker was a little older than me, and even though nothing ever happened, in my fantasy I was his dough, and we made love on top of the table covered in flour, the air full of sweet aromas. The spices, the smell of recently baked bread, the intense heat of the oven, the fire wood... the whole atmosphere still makes me shiver when I enter an authentic bakery or when I cut the first piece of a really good loaf.