{"id":46,"date":"2025-02-09T15:49:18","date_gmt":"2025-02-09T15:49:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thebakersdaughter.net\/?p=46"},"modified":"2025-02-09T15:52:59","modified_gmt":"2025-02-09T15:52:59","slug":"who-is-the-bakers-daughter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thebakersdaughter.net\/?p=46","title":{"rendered":"Who is The Baker`s daughter?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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To understand why The Baker`s daughter <\/strong>means so much to me we need to go a little back in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My parents opened their bakery about 37years ago. I was still a baby back then and when I wasn’t with \"nonna\",<\/code> I would be at my mum`s side or sleeping in the store room, surrounded by sacks and sacks of flour and with my mum keep coming and checking I was all right. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They worked day and nights, and the bakery always felt like my second home. Well, a bit tastier than an conventional second home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That fragrance of fresh baked bread will have accompanied me for all those years ahead. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At school, like anywhere else around in town, everyone would pin me down as “the bakers daughter\"<\/code>. For those ones that have never been in Sicily, it is a custom, and part of our cultural identity, to be identified as “the person you belong to”. Even before asking your name, they would ask you “whom do you belong to?”. I found that quite iconic as there was only one well known baker in town and that was my father. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I grew up, I would have always been the first in trying everything to the point where I was officially (not really) invested as the “Prime Tester” . I would speak my mind out if the pizza needed a more flavourful mozzarella or if the crust of the new sesame bread was simply perfect. I loved doing it as it has always been my second nature. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, believe me or not, I never really made bread myself. In my heart, that was my parent`s realm and it never crossed my mind to “compete” with such experience. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the other hand, I loved the way you could use the oven to make such magical and tasty creations and I felt that love was part of my DNA but I didn`t realise it till 8 years ago. WOW! That took time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are in 2018 when I realised my true mission was to make the perfect apple cake! But for that you need to wait the next post (Yeah, there is another story behind that choice too!). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Going back to the mission… realising that I wanted to be a “baker” was a call I never listened to until my father sold the bakery! I was happy for him but at the same time I could not let that gift and knowledge go away from me and perhaps transform it into something different and totally mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day I invented my Instagram profile, there was only one nickname I could think of and that could reflect my inner soul. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The bakers daughter<\/code>” represents who I was, who I am and who I will always be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With love<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Katia <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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