Barak will discuss what baking as an artistic practice might look like and ask how this suggests what a baker might be in contemporary America. He writes: “In retrospect, it makes sense that I have become a bread-baker. My very first memory is of bread that was intended for a Guinea Pig named Rupert who lived in the classroom of a school I attended when I was two. I am certain that this is a memory rather than something that my parents retold to me because it is a flavor that I can still taste. I am also certain, and this part was retold to me, that my teacher bought at least two loaves of bread and carrots every day, because I was not the only child who snacked along while feeding Rupert. Perhaps the highest reward of being a bread-baker is that, on occasion, someone will taste my bread and then suddenly find themselves transported elsewhere, to their childhood or travels or a faint memory of a forgotten flavor. This is precisely what an artist dreams to do.