A couple of nights ago, I was taking a late walk with a friend around Siena. It was about midnight and we decided to take my favorite short cut through a tiny street -- I love this route because it passes by my favorite bakery. Of course it was late and the bakery wouldn't be open, but it's still a great little path where you drift through, feet just above the ground as your nose is led by the smell of baking cookies for the next day.
Passing by the window of the bakery...I saw the best, most delightful thing yet since being in Siena!
As I looked in the window, I could see 3 older men...probably in their 60's...they were in the wayyy back of this tiny bakery in the kitchen...
They had their shirts off!...working hard...Santa Claus bellies out and covered in flour...one actually had a cigar in his mouth! So this is how my favorite cookie -- Baci di dalma (kiss of the lady/dame), is made! (Sidenote: as soon as I typed "Baci di Dalma"...I ran downstairs, took a quick right, went down my favorite path and went to the bakery to buy cookies!)
I stood there, looking into the window, probably for a good 5 minutes...This was the greatest discovery...sort of like finding the oompa loompas making chocolate in Willy Wonka's chocolate Factory...but better! Hot from the heat of the ovens, these 3 fellas, working so hard, baking cookies and pastries at midnight, with bellies abound, dusted with flour...well, I wish all of you could have discovered this little secret with me...I just smiled and giggled a bit...I didn't want leave, but just stay there and watch them work, concentrate and chat. I must go by the bakery again at midnight soon...
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