I started this project four years ago, on a train that went from Paris to Turin, and from Turin to Monticello d’Alba, a small town located in the beautiful region of Piemonte, in Italy.
I did this same journey so many times: with good weather, with bad weather, with the rain, with the snow, with 40° C and more… Oh boy, it was hot!
Each time the train left me on a platform where there was nothing around, no train station, no one to ask for a direction (in case I needed one and at the beginning of this adventure it was often the case…) just me and the highway, I was the only one to walk on foot and to cross it to get to my final destination.
I went there to meet with my chef, the person who chose to believe with me in this project, and not because I had money to offer or a job title to impress him with, but because I had a project that resonated with his values and because I believed in it strongly and passionately.
The day I met him and he said yes, one of the most beautiful days of my life!
When you can’t eat gluten anymore – and I was diagnosed with celiac disease 15 years ago – you dream of few things and bread was one of them for me: a fluffy, airy, fragrant, natural bread to make toasts or sandwiches again.
I am someone who loves simple things, those big little pleasures that make each present moment special, that enrich my life like stars on a deep, blue sky.
At the time, the money I was making with my job in Paris ended up in this project, and I did it with much joy and determination.