October. Year of our Lord 1441
It was a week before the wedding of Bianca Maria Visconti and Sforza of the leader, in Cremona, where a clear and moonless night, breathless came from Rummy, slamming the door in the shop, his son Jack, who whispered with tears in his eyes: Dad Dad Grandpa died.
Rummy turned white. He started cursing, kicking the copper pot that was on fire, cursing the talented pastry chef Pierre and stepfather, who right now was to fail, that the god strafulminasse him and his entire brood. He stopped then puzzled, because he had forgotten in the fury that had seized, which was part of the breed we also her beloved Jack, who was, giustappunto, gazing with undisguised Supor innocent eyes. Jack was known to the much loved grandfather maternal, very reciprocated, for the sake of truth. Rummy sat down and thought of many solutions and implement changes that could be from there to 25 October, falling a week later and he would almost started to cry, certainly not for the pain, but for the frustrated and impotent rage. Because he now had to think to make the cake all by myself, without a recipe that was one that the father, damn, burn in hell, crazy drunk, could not write and he had said and said nothing during those long years had worked together. So the solution was remained a secret from generation to generation, and Rummy had not been able to take notes on notable numbers, for the old bastard hiding and boasted.
You had to think that the funeral would take place as soon as possible, soon to be joined in marriage the Leader Sforza and his young Duchess, which was said to be not beautiful, but highly educated. There was also the Duke Visconti, slippery and ambiguous man, who was here and there did extensive damage to the lands of Cremona. There were rumors that they had been given as dowry to the young Duchess, and then were going to be a member of the Leader Sforza, very intelligent man, and tempestuous mood but with a reputation for being skillful hunter females. Too bad it was said the Duke, just as well be talking about his young daughter, Bianca Maria, from the soul and precise iron, which many had hope for better times.
Rummy tried to console her es'avviarono Jack to the house of her father. There had been a small assembly raucous crowd. Rummy with his huge disappointment discovered that some of them expressed the same concerns on his cake, which was presented to the marriage. He arrived at a certain time, the parish priest Don Carlo. Quiet spoke to the congregation of onlookers, quiet minds and expenditures blessings and then sent home all but close relatives: Rummy and Jack. That women's family had left this vale of tears just given birth.
Don Carlo sat down and spoke: 's all ready?
Rummy sat down too, with an innocent, he replied: What? What you talking about?
Don Calo, but good man, that we should serve the cake at the wedding of Our Lady! It's all ready right?
It was there that he realized that rummy with his father Piero, damned burning in the flames of hell, he too would be burned in hell same. It remained etched in his mind until the day of his death, years later, the horrible feeling of discomfort that a honest man is not used to having ever: the inadequacy of lost.
Rummy was a bravomo. Do not swear, do not drink, did not hit no one. He loved his very holy Joseph, that the Lord had in glory, and had died of grief when she had passed away, because the puerperium infected, leaving Jack to grow, to which he had transferred all the love remained to. Man was highly respected throughout Cremona, because it was accurate and responsible. He was a man seriously forsanche boring, but devoted to his work and devoted to his Jack. And all that Cremona much esteemed him, knew that the only man on earth that Rummy had a great contempt and hatred was one and one only: the baker father Piero. Rummy went to shop for young madman, eccentric genius and master pastry chef named Peter, and boy was left, until they had asked him to marry the daughter Josephine. And if Piero first felt some respect and affection for the young, the same sentiments as trees fell under the fury of a hurricane squassante. The Cremonese not riusciron never understand the real reasons to the end of the auction that went over the years gradually increasing, leading to hatred and resentment. Nobody understood why Rummy did not even leave. Remain in all the insight that both the pastry Piero hated Rummy, with strength returned, so adored his grandson Jack. And that fact was extraordinary, this love for the little did the glue seemed to hate the two men.
Two days after the death of the pastry chef Piero, there was a funeral where you gave proper burial. Jack came to pass that function to burst into tears and great lamentation. All these people came to sympathize, stunned to see such a widespread pain be a 'yes baby. No one could stop him and had to drag him away by force. While the more you away, the more the cries of tortured Jack rose high. Rummy, subjugated, vainly attempted to remedy the pain of the child.
eventually did ritorno, mano nella mano, alla bottega. Giacomino si sedette per terra e rimase lì, stremato, con le lacrime che gli scendevano senza sosta. Ramino confidò nel fatto che per farlo straviare fosse d’obbligo tenerlo occupato e con dolcezza gli parlò.
Gli sussurrò: In questi giorni dovremmo lavorare molto, perché c’è il matrimonio della Duchessa, sai dicono che abbia molto studiato. Dicono che sappia leggere e scrivere, pensa!
Mentre gli parlava andò via via raccontando al bambino tutte le favole che aveva sentito dire sui Visconti, sulla loro vanità nonché crudeltà. Pian piano Giacomino si acquietò, do not cry anymore, remained with his eyes full of tears barely held, thinking the same hearing, almost concerned.
Rummy ended: Now you go to bed, tomorrow we must be prepared to talk with the merchant that must be followed by the almonds and sugar and you think to make a cake that brings honor to our city.
Jack looked between loving father and said, "Can I help you?
Rummy said with the rapid heart beat: Sure you can.
Jack nodded and he came up with the phrase: Can I make a great dessert as Torrazzo with nougat grandfather?
Rummy smiled sad: Oh great so you can not do! And the grandfather of nougat ... Piero broke off, feeling the ill-concealed hatred is not yet past, strengthened by the fact that they can not satisfy the hurt Jack, in a time of great need, he recovered depressed finishing the sentence: nougat grandfather Piero I do not know, well like him.
He was about to tell him that he had the dose, the patient and the hand of the genial master pastry chef Pierre, who could, for ever and seculorum to come, to burn in the fires of hell.
Jack, if he had read the thought of his father, and he had predicted the lack of knowledge of what to note, stared into the eyes of his father and Rummy came out: I had to keep secret, I had promised to his grandfather, who taught me the recipe. Now that there is a deep breath and pursed-lips-I can not keep the secret and the nougat we do together,
Rummy the ground beneath their feet was opened and how to get out at night and find yourself staring at the sun so as to be blinded. It was like when he saw for the first time the beloved Saint Joseph, whom the Lord had in glory. It was like when he saw for the first time the beloved little face Giacomino suo. Seppe con assoluta e religiosa certezza che il dolce sarebbe stato il più bel dolce di matrimonio dell’epoca sua, che sarebbe entrato nelle cronache delle corti di ogni dove. Sorrise beato e strinse a sé il suo amato Giacomino, liberato dall’angustia e dall’odio.
Il giorno dopo uscirono dalla bottega per acquistare tutti gli ingredienti. Prima passarono dalla chiesa e parlaron a lungo con Don Carlo, che diede loro parte dei denari, per iniziare l’impresa, a cui tutti cremonesi stavano dando vita.
Per tre notti e tre giorni Romino e Giacomino lavorarono concentrati e far uscire il dolce dal paiolo di rame. Mescolarono mieli different flavors. Slammed white of eggs in the pot of copper, so many that they formed a mountain of empty shells at the door. They made a big cloud in the sky as those who passed in Cremona, toasted pounds and pounds of almonds and keep stirring and then copying the drawings that Jack had done Torrazzo, began their work of sweet architecture. It took one day form the basis and then another to raise the structure. They put in the oven and the central part cuocettereo for a few hours at low temperature, making sure the wood for the oven were not too many. The outside was cooked longer and hotter fire. Jack said he had to be soft inside and crispy outside but a lot.
meanwhile had arrived on 25 October, and it was learned that the ceremony had been moved from the cathedral to the abbey of St. Sigismund, for the fears and delusions of safety they had caught the Leader, who mistrusted the troubled father. The dining halls had to be checked again and mercenaries and soldiers went back and forth. The crowd gathered to cheer the bridal couple who married and left satisfied by the church.
Rummy and Jack arrived with their sweet wrapped in white gauze, transported to the wagon, in galleys, and all the chefs are scrambling to take over and it was discovered that was not enough space on the tray. Dopo il primo momento di smarrimento e bestemmie e invocazioni, si trovò una soluzione. In quattro e quattrotto si costruì una tavolata con braccioli atti al trasporto e la si ricoprì di tessuti pregiati e petali di rosa. Si posò sopra il dolce e s’iniziò a spacchettarlo dalle bende e garze. Ramino e Giacomino erano assai fieri della loro opera, ma essendo d’animo umile e tranquillo, non avevano capito d’aver prodotto un immenso capolavoro. Ma se loro non lo capirono, tutti gli altri invece rimasero soggiogati da tanta bellezza bianca e possente. Un aroma paradisiaco di mandorle e miele avvolse tutti, e stettero silenziosi mentre ci giravano attorno, estasiati. Poi si ruppe l’incantesimo in cui erano caduti e alta esplose joy, burst into resounding shouts of joy. Embraced moved Rummy, ridicules happy with paternal pride he said: oh no no, do not do so, it was Jack who helped me and had the idea. To which Jack was caught in the general jubilation and was almost brought to triumph.
After several days of festivities and banquets, the wedding party was coming to an end when the cake arrived es'era. The Cremona took their sweet wrapped in a golden veil, the bride and groom. The Duchess, blonde and smiling, he was asked to remove the veil and appeared Torrazzo, making the same impression made in the kitchen. After a burst amazed ohhh endless applause. The Duchess, dressed in gold and jewels, velvet fabric by the vivid colors, the master asked who was so clever to build such a wonder.
She was led, almost dragged recalcitante Rummy, who leaned in and whispered a bow subjugated by so much precious wealth: Thank you, sir, thank you. Then he stopped and said thanks to stammer a clear voice in truth is my son who had the idea.
was brought before the leader and the Duchess Sforza, Jack who was very pretty, small and thin but not emaciated, learned from generations of master pastry chefs, including the best was the beloved grandfather. You could see the serene and peaceful posture was much loved child. Jack bowed, smiled kindly es'avvicinò without fear to the Duchess, handed her a piece of nougat, which he had taken from inside the building. The Duchess thanked him, took the cake and began eating it while in the room was a sudden silence fell. All the courtiers followed the scene fascinated and worried expression appeared on the face of Duke Visconti was imagining that you were poisoned. Perhaps it was real venom but the fact is that when the Duchess tasted the cake made by Jack and Rummy, including almonds and honey, the sweetness on her tongue s'impresse memories of the future and the crunchiness of the pain that would have passed.
savored the secret recipe of the brilliant and lost master pastry chef Pierre, who had met Jack, rebuilt and shaped by the skillful hand of rummy. He opened his eyes, looked at Jack, who returned the look quiet, with a veil of sadness from the loss, spoke to him. And Jack, beloved son of Rummy said.
