F**king French F**king French Bread

Too bad I didn’t read this a few days ago; I could have brought you some back with me. And I agree, it’s not like anything you can get in the U.S.

Had a good trip, btw?

I haven’t read past this post yet, but I’ll back you up. Fiesta Farms grocery store, about 10 AM, when the Ace Bakery loaves are delivered and rushed to the bakery, the smell of those baguettes, still warm from the oven, is as sweet and heady as lilac wine.

“Sometimes if no one is looking
I caress the loaves of French bread
and punch holes in the crust. The fragrance
is overpowering. I begin to understand Proust.”

  • from ‘A Sensualist at the Safeway’ by Arthur Clark, published in the poetry collection ‘Kinetic Mustache’. (Not Arthur C. Clarke, the science fiction writer.)