The taste of Eroica
 
Monday, 30 July 2018

The taste of Eroica


A slice of cake, simple, elementary in its few, humble ingredients: water, flour, butter, sugar, eggs. You take it by the crust, close your eyes and go back in time; on the tip of your tongue, the taste of Sunday treats when you were a child. You bite, you swallow, you lick your fingers. The best food is the food that is hard earned, the food that you share with friends, the food that brings back memories. Moments of pure joy, self-contained instants that bring on a smile, bring joy to your eyes and lightness to your heart, something to take with you, like escaping on your bike when everything goes wrong. The best things in life are the simple things, and sometimes you get to feel the truest emotions by subtraction, removing all the things that don’t count. To savour life fully, you need a strong vocation in joy. Perhaps this is the secret of the Eroica heroes; they are open-hearted cyclists with their feelings hung out in the sun to dry, they are poets who are crazy about pedaling, visionaries who, in a slice of cake, find the caress of a cloud of flour, the warm embrace of the eggs, the gentle kiss of the sugar. They are wayfarers on two wheels who, in the swish of the wheels on the gravel, hear the sound of the wind, the sigh of the earth and the stray tune of dreams of freedom. 

Elena Borrone