Tonight we come to you, singing of bread, Bread to find one\u2019s roots. It is not just cooking; it is almost a religion. It is not chemistry; it is a prayer, an unchanged ritual through the generations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maurizio De Giovanni<\/strong> in his Bread for the Bastards of Pizzofalcone <\/em>turns the art of baking into a mystery crime, yet, perhaps, it offers one of the best descriptions of the cultural and sensorial richness of bread. The novel begins with the fragrance of a fairy tale, the simple flavour of ancient history, of a tradition that repeats in time. Pasqualino is the prince of dawn. Every day, he prepares the bread for the entire neighbourhood, following old bread-making rituals, recipes handed down for centuries; an ancient dough that smells of passion and tastes of devotion and care.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause this is a traditional bakery. See that stuff, inspector? – He pointed at the bundle – It comes from the past. I do not mean its invention. I mean just that yeast over there. Imagine, my brother-in-law’s grandfather prepared it. Every day, at dawn, he comes…he came to work it. He was the only one allowed in here\u201d.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Simonetta Agnello Hornby <\/strong>in The Nun<\/em> tells us a story related to bread that crosses not only the Mediterranean Sea but even the centuries.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n “If well preserved, this yeast dough can last a long time.” She then recounted that that yeast came from the sourdough the founders of the monastery, the white-dressed nuns depicted on the frescoes along the grand staircase walls, brought hundreds of years earlier from Aleppo. Forced to flee precipitously by the advance of the Saracens, the nuns managed to bring with them only the sacred relics and a yeast ball. During the extremely difficult crossing of the Mediterranean Sea, they suffered from a terrible burning heat; the abbess crushed the yeast ball and kept it between her breasts, softened by warm sweat, to avoid the yeast to dry out and thus die. Agata felt part of a whole that had neither end nor beginning. It was life and growth, and she associated the mystery of bread making with the Eucharist. That a minute part of the fermented pasta ball, brought from Aleppo between the breasts of the abbess, combined with water and flour from Naples, could still provide fresh, tasty and crunchy bread was a repeat of the miracle of life and growth. Agata, with her fingers stuck in the dough, glorified God. She was grateful and happy to have been chosen to honour Him that way\u201d.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Grazia Deledda<\/strong>, in the story Homemade Bread<\/em>, transfuses a familiar scene with a sacred aura that pervades everything: the mother, the simple bread-making tools, the ancient gestures, the legends narrated in a low voice, the bread as a gift.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Making bread at home, as still prepared in many households, even the bourgeois ones of the Italian provinces, is not an easy and simple task you might believe it is. My mother, in our house in Nuoro, when it was time to start the process, took on a more attentive, serious, almost priestly look than usual<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The thin and expert hand tried, poured, palpated the contents of the asphodel basket; she dressed the large basket, the sieves with the silk base, the thin and shiny sifters seemed woven with gold threads. It separated the flour from the bran, the wheat kernel from the bran, the semolina from the ivory-coloured bran. She came out all powdered, ready for a party.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she took out the yeast from the closet where, within a golden bowl that looked like a sacred jar, she kept it from a batch to following one. On the dough that welcomed and buried the yeast, melted like lifeblood, her hand, covered in white flour, cut the cross. The same cross she repeated on the prone face as if mirrored in the circle of the precious basket.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the fresh bread, one or two were given to relatives and neighbours, who returned the favour in the days of their baking. If a friend visited, or even an unrevealed enemy, and above all a poor man or a beggar, they repeated the offer; and if the beggar came by chance from a distance, and was unknown, they thought he could hide the essence of Him. Him! The only one who can assume thousands and thousands of forms to put to the test the neighbour’s heart. He who chose bread for his communion of love with humankind\u201d.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Here we are, at last, to the bread and salt offered to the guest. The salt symbolizes the stability of friendship, the desire to preserve it by removing any negativity that may affect it. This food symbolizes, together with bread, prosperity and abundance. \u201cBread and salt are offered to the sacred guest. In the north, the east, the south and the west of Europe.\u201d<\/em> In Germany, it was customary to bring bread and salt to the inauguration of a new home as a good omen. We find traces of this at the beginning of the novel by Thomas Mann,<\/strong> The Buddenbrook<\/em>. Here, he describes the scene of the inauguration lunch at the new house of the family, the protagonist of the novel, at number four on Mengstrasse in L\u00fcbeck: “The company had for the most part seated themselves on the chairs and the sofa. <\/em>[\u2026] Doctor Grabow <\/em>[\u2026] was looking at the table, set out with cakes and currant bread and salt-cellars at different shapes. This was the \u201cbread and salt\u201d that had been sent by friends for the house warming; but the \u201cbread\u201d consisted of rich, heavy pastries, and the salt came in dished of massive gold, that the senders might not seem to be mean in their gifts.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n ILARIA PERSELLO<\/p>\n\n\n\n
along the path of the farmyard,
oh granaries, granaries;
in the darkness of your immense womb
let the ray of joy rise.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.dichecibo6magazine.it\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/il_canto_del_pane_ilaria_persello_maria_pezzetti_firenze_art_bread_florence_1-1024x1022.jpg\")
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