
My father started "working" as a tricycle driver in MM, and was delivering baked goods (especially pan de sal) to houses in the wee hours of the morning. The bakery was in Bagong Pag-asa in Quezon City where I lived as a child. My father had this dream of putting up his own bakery someday, and he took me once on a "tour" of the bakery, which was then using the old-fashioned brick-style oven that was as big as a wall, with a hole big enough to maneuver a baking pan easily.
My father was able to raise enough money to buy his own oven (the modern-style made of metal, not brick), and some baking tools like the wooden dough cutter, and a dough boat (yeah, the bakers knead dough as big as 4 big pillows combined, and had muscles and bodybuilt that could qualify for bodybuilding competition). Since it was meant to be for commercial purposes, everything looked big to me, and I kinda stereotyped baking doughs as a manly thing.
At first we only made pan de sal, with our workshop within our apartment unit, but there was such a great demand, we expanded and had to rent another apartment unit along a busier road, and also put up a general merchandise store. We added and added more staple breads and rolls, and had a display of baked goods which were pang-masa that typically would include ensaymada, Spanish bread, pan de coco, monay, pan de limon, pianono (?) ( a jelly roll-type of bread although this one we made then had no jelly; I am not sure what the filling was, but it was one of my favorites), "kababayan", biscocho,
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