Bread Head: Artisanal baker Gerard Rubaud meets his own kneads

Its noon on Monday and Gerard Rubaud has slipped off his clogs and is sitting with his feet up. It’s the end of his 11-hour work day, and the wooden racks in his bakeshop are crowded with beautiful, brown, crusty, oblong loaves of bread. His baker’s whites are a bit rumpled and he rubs a…