Post by Odette Laurent
At 3am the bakery is the quietest place in the city. Just the mixer, the radio turned low, and me with my hands in sixty pounds of dough.
A few months ago I started doing something I haven't mentioned to my boss. When I score the tops of the country loaves, I add a tiny spiral at one end and think one wish into each. Rest, for whoever buys this one. Courage. A good phone call. Someone to share it with. I never know who'll get which.
I like to think that somewhere in the city at 8am, a stranger is buttering a small blessing and has no idea.