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"When I grow up, I want to be a baker" I told my mother when I was only nine years old.

She wanted me to go down another path and become a surgeon or a pilot but I knew who I was.

I knew where I had to go in order to reach my dream job. I had to leave Mexico on my own at the

age of 17. I came to America and at the age of 19, I started working at a bakery in Queens, New York.


Pablo presenting a cake to his mother on her 78th birthday.

I've had the dream of owning a bakery for 39 years now. I started working in the business when I was 19 years old. I worked in Queens and Manhattan from 1990 to 2002. I had to leave New York since it was a difficult time to start a business.

I brought my wife and four daughters along with me to Maryland. I would work from 6 am to 8 pm and once I got home I would teach my wife how to decorate cakes. Soon we would both work with restaurants and provide cake slices. My wife and I would work from 7 am to 9 pm for about 5 years. We struggled to afford homes during 2007 and 2008 so we resorted to living in a warehouse. 

Eventually, I discovered a new location to work in Hyattsville, a supermarket whose rent was half the price and twice as large than the place I worked. We quickly brought in more and more customers. We had a name and were a part of people's daily lives. We finally afforded a house in 2015. In 2018, we opened our second location in Linthicum Heights. The bakery is an important aspect to all my family, I hope to pass it on to them.


Family Portrait

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