Got back into my bread baking groove this week. It felt good and since I always scale back on bread baking in the hot summer months anyway my baking hiatus was really only slightly longer this year.
In Gravagna this summer there was a young couple who were married. In the weeks leading up to the wedding the groom restored the family outdoor oven of the bride's family. It hadn't been used in decades and what greater portent of abundance in a marriage than a forno ready for the baking of many loaves. Unfortunately we left before I had a chance to try some baking in said oven but next time you can bet that I will be bringing my starter with me and hoping for a chance.
I did however get the chance this summer to visit a real commercial forno down in Pontremoli. Here are baked the most divine apple pastries known to man and one day I was allowed in back to watch the process.
One of the girls who bakes at Forno Tarantola is one of the buffest chicks I have ever met. The image of her beating the tar out of a bunch of men in a mob fight with a baguette has entered my head before on seeing her.
One needs to be tough as a baker though, because on market day that little forno is one crowded joint. People yell their orders over each other to these ladies as they ring up the loaves, pastries, biscotti, torte, and testeroli. If only I could bring these fine bakers home to cook in my kitchen. . . .