Sourdough
fire
The oven
One brick oven,
lit before dawn
It starts at three in the morning with a chimney of oak and a match. By the time the city stirs, the deck is at four hundred degrees and the first loaves go in on a long wooden peel.
Fire is not gentle and neither is real bread. We burn the crust, chase the char, and let the smoke do half the seasoning. That is the whole trick.