Bread is the rare good with no shelf of forgiveness. It is either ready when the doors open or it is not, and the people who make it live on the wrong side of the clock so the rest of us never notice.
We spent a night in the back room, where the ovens are lit at an hour most people would call the middle of the night and the bakers call the start of the day.
The rhythm nobody sees
- The first dough is mixed while the previous evening’s dishes are still warm.
- Timing is measured less by the clock than by the feel of the dough, which changes with the weather.
- Mistakes cannot be hidden; a bad loaf is simply not sold.
The economics are unforgiving. Rising ingredient costs, thin margins, and a customer base that would revolt at a price rise all press in at once.
Yet the crew keeps strange hours for a reason that has nothing to do with money. There is a satisfaction, one baker told us, in handing over something that is finished, that cannot be improved by another meeting, that is simply and completely done by breakfast.
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Further reading: How a bakery works
