Not to sound like some Atkins-starved psychopath or a total pothead, but I’m pretty sure that bread, like music, proves that there is magic in the world.
Flour + Yeast + Water + Heat = Bread.
OK. Fine. Yes. Technically, this is chemistry.
BUT, bite into a soft dinner roll, still steaming hot. Or a buttery, flaky croissant, olive-oil kissed foccacia or a chewy, salty naan and try to convince yourself that there are not forces greater than chemistry at work here.
These simple, rudimentary elements transform and essentially blossom with heat. They go from doughy, sticky, relatively unattractive and half-formed to utterly sublime.
And it got me thinking about people.
When touched by heat of passion (be it ardor for another person, love of a band or the unmitigated joy you feel when you bite into a perfectly prepared sandwich), we change. From misshapen doughballs to fully formed individuals. This heat gives them a purpose – be it to spend the rest of their lives with that one person, attend all the shows, learn all the words and buy all the merch or to consume that sandwich with the ferocity of a ravenous zombie horde.
I get the feeling that most people wander around partially cooked — still doughy on the inside
I don’t want to be like that — half-formed and fully unaware of all the wonder around me. I want to start paying more attention and taking better notice of the world around me. Essentially, I want to fall in love every day with something new.
And right now, I think love starts with a cup of coffee and a hot, buttered bagel.