Pizza

The kitchen smells of yeast, it feels like something is going to happen. Bastiaan makes pizza dough and says it reminds him of Josephus, his Dutch grandfather. He pulls bread, folds it and then bangs it down on the kitchen surface. I asked him how it feels to make dough like Josephus, “It feels good, connected. He use to do it on a table without a bowl. It was a big table with one of those truttig (meaning naff in Dutch) table cloths on it. He’d have a big pile of flour on it and he would make a hole in the middle and pour on the water, then he would start mixing and kneading it. He used to be quite a big man and I just remember his big arms going PHAM on the table just pounding the dough.

Pham…..Pham…….”