Ode to the French Baguette
Intangible in cultural heritage, tangible in my mouth
by James Parker
Nov 30, 2022
2 minutes
I remember you, baguette. I made thousands of you.
That’s one of the nice things about being a baker (which I was, for a few glorious years): You’re as ancient as Egypt, but you’re also Andy Warhol in an apron, mass-producing your art object.
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