Once Upon a Time
Freddy had spent most of his life reading his family's recipes and watching
his mother and father baking and, once he grew up, he realised that
he needed to share with the world that same joy of baking he experienced
as a child. He decided to start his quest from a Country far far away named Canada, with only some utensils and his family's recipe book.
Once he arrived in a mysterious town named Toronto, he opened his book
for all the villagers to see the wonders it contained.
The villagers could not believe their eyes: the first pages where full of recipes for spectacular and decadent desserts and treats!
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Seeing the villagers so happy and curious about the recipes and his story, Freddy really wished that they could enjoy the same feeling of warmth and celebration that he experienced in his childhood, so he started putting together some of his favourite recipes for the villagers to choose from.
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He immediately set to work to recreate that magic in the town of
Toronto too.
This is what came out of it.
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Freddy was getting close to the end of the book, but he had one last trick up his sleeve: recipes for pizzas and focaccia. They were his father’s recipes and Freddy remembered all the hours he had spent with him making dough, watching it rise and all the wonderful days spent with the family making pizza together in the backyard. He decided to bring the villagers together and share that feeling of closeness and participation with the whole town.
Here is what he did to make their day special.
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Here ends the story of Freddy, the fifth generation Italian baker, and his quest. But what about those blank pages?
Who knows, maybe it's not really the end.
About me
Baking is a family business for me. I was born into five generations of bakers and in fact, I learned how to make dough even before walking.
I started helping out my parents in the family bakery in San Benedetto del Tronto, Italy at a very young age and finally I took over and became the owner by the age of 18. At 20, I decided to leave the small town behind to face a new challenge in the Big City and moved to Milan, where I worked in a restaurant as a pizza maker for 5 years. During this period, I also supervised the opening of a second location in Bangkok, Thailand and worked there for a year.
After coming back to Italy, I realised that even the Big City was too small for me and decided to move to Canada.
I worked for a few restaurant as a pizza maker and specialty food baker but eventually decided to dedicate myself to my true passion: pastry.
Despite living in different Countries, I am proud of and attached to the Italian culinary tradition and I try to share my heritage with other people. I still follow old and traditional family recipes
that were passed on from my grandparents to my mother and then myself, bringing the true Italian flavours with a modern twist.
Authentic Italian Sweets, Nonna approved!
