Back to the future seems to be the rallying cry at Fry’s Bread, the lovely bakery Byron Fry opened last month at 416 Craigflower Street in Victoria, BC. A modern Janus, Roman god of thresholds, known for sporting a second face on the back of his head, Byron keeps his eyes trained on the future while never losing sight of the past. Like artisan millers-bakers of yesteryear, he relies on organic whole grains, on-site milling, natural starters, slow fermentation, hand-shaping and wood-fire baking, to attract flocks of local customers looking for tasty wholesome bread (more often than not the bakery is sold out by the end of the day). But as a man still at the dawn of his professional life (he is all of 24), he is also looking to play an active road in the move back to real bread by motivating other young people to join the trade or to simply learn to bake for themselves, their friends and families.
When I visited, two young students were there observing from nearby Pearson College. It wasn’t their first visit. They were already keeping a starter and baking every Sunday morning in the college’s outdoor wood-fired oven right on the ocean. One of the students, Lily, 17, from Ontario, told me she knew she would keep baking all her life. One of Byron’s other pet projects is to help foster the creation of barebone bakeries in tiny towns throughout the province, building cheap brick ovens and possibly getting old mixers for free, so that more people would have access to real bread instead of being stuck with industrial loaves from the supermarket.
Byron is passionate about his craft. Listening to him, I was reminded of the old nature versus nurture debate. For years I was firmly on the side of nurture. Today I find myself leaning more towards nature. Byron’s story suggests that I may not be wrong.
A photographer by trade, he started baking white pan bread at home as a hobby when he was about 20. Then Cliff Leir opened Fol Épi bakery. Byron went and had a look. Something about the way Cliff worked sparked his imagination: there was a deeply energizing rhythm to his baking and Byron soon found himself bored sitting in front of his computer editing wedding pictures (then still his bread and butter, pun intended!). It occurred to him that he could specialize in food photography and take up bread as a personal photo project.
But finding paying assignments wasn’t that easy. Having by then baked his way through Richard Bertinet‘s bread books, he applied for a job at various bakeries and got hired at the Italian Bakery in Victoria where he worked for six months: soon he was scaling and shaping three hundred breads a night (reaching his goal of shaping one bread per minute – a skill he perfected to the point that today he can shape one hundred baguettes in 45 minutes) before moving on to mixing and baking. This “crazy learning experience” was a good crash course: it taught him to focus and, more importantly, to organize and structure his baking life. Except for the fact that he hardly slept during these six months, he loved it.
Byron apprenticed some more, notably in Vancouver, BC, rode his bike coast to coast, visiting bakeries in Montreal, Portland, Maine, and New York and, when his bike broke down, spent time with baker extraordinaire Richard Miscovich at his summer bakery in North Carolina. Richard was a self-taught baker, baking in an oven he had built himself in his backyard. He generously shared his experience. The little spark ignited at Fol Épi became an all-consuming fire.
By the time Byron returned home to Vancouver Island, he knew he wanted to bake for a living. He built a mobile wood-fired oven on his parent’s farm – where he also set up a mill- and was soon at work “using whole grains sourced within a couple kilometers and stone milling them for a bread that was in a way, about trying to remember the way life was before the industrialization of bread.” He sold his bread on farmers market and at small grocery stores. He was hugely successful but it was also a crazy way of life. At the height of the season, he worked sixty hours straight with only six hours of sleep scattered here and there whenever he had a chance. Aware that he couldn’t go on that way, he researched many different options and spent months looking for a place where he could open a year-round bakery.
Byron already knew that his maternal grandfather – who was Dutch – had been a baker back in the Netherlands. He had even inherited the toy bread delivery cart that his great-uncle had made for his brother decades ago.
But what he didn’t know and only learned from distant relatives as he was getting ready to open his own bakery is that his paternal forebears had themselves been bakers for generations: originally from Bristol, England, his great great grandfather Charles Fry had emigrated to Canada and opened a bakery in Victoria in the early 1920s. He baked British style pan bread in a wood-fired oven using Red Fife wheat. Charles’ sons took over when their father could no longer bake and so on down the family tree over the course of the twentieth century. The buck stopped at this father who, although born in the bakery, decided not to become a baker and having moved away from his family of origin, never even mentioned the bakery to his son. Imagine Byron’s surprise and emotion when, through the helpful family members who brought the past back to life for him, he got hold of an old scrap of paper bearing the old bakery’s name and logo. He decided to revive both.
But wait, there’s more. After a little research, Byron learned that his forebears’ bakery had been located almost across the street from his at the corner of Raynor and Craigflower in premises now occupied by a Chinese restaurant. How’s that for an argument in favor of serious local baking genes in his DNA?
Visiting Byron’s bakery is a feast for the senses: the fragrance of rising dough and baking bread, the warm color of the woodwork (the shelves were hand-made by Ottilie, Byron’s girlfriend with wood harvested on her parents’ property), the hypnotic whir of the old mixer, the comforting bulk of the oven, the rows of rustic miches, the melt-in-the mouth feel of the buttery ham-and-egg croissant I bought for breakfast, even the counterpoint offered by the roar of the mill grinding the grain for tomorrow’s bake…
What struck me the most though, besides the quality and variety of the offerings, was the raw and joyful energy radiating from the baker and his team: Byron’s life is entirely governed by bread doughs (he makes three kinds which he bakes into seven or eight different breads). He sleeps while they rise and wakes up when they are ready to divide and shape. But they don’t all march to the same drummer. Some take longer than others and of course, they need to be staggered because of oven space and other considerations. Plus since there is no proofer, Byron must adjust to variations in temperature he never had to take into account when he was baking on his parents’ farm. Needless to say, he doesn’t sleep very much yet. He says he used to be very punctual about answering emails. Now it takes all he had to just glance at his mailbox before dropping into bed, dead to the world. He laminates his croissant dough by hand (he can’t wait to put enough money aside to buy a sheeter though as his wrists are already aching from the daily hammering of the ice-cold butter). He is learning to work with his oven which he finds more temperamental and arbitrary than his mobile oven ever was. Although he is becoming more structured with his baking, he says the everydayness of it all is still a bit overwhelming and he is trying to put systems in place that his helpers could follow so that he can get a bit more rest without compromising the quality of the product.
The day I visited the bakery, Graham had rounded up the pre-ordered baguettes and was getting ready to deliver them.
Jordan was prepping viennoiseries. We talked as he worked…
I learned of Jordan’s love for tattoos…
…I also learned that his helpers call Byron “the mothership”, an apt moniker for a man who is steadfastly steering his passion for “real bread” towards the goal of one day making a well-rounded life for himself and his girlfriend. He talks of traveling with Ottilie across British Columbia and the Yukon to pick a place where they’d like to settle, opening a bakery on a farm, not necessarily a store, raising animals and maybe operating a bed and breakfast five days a week. But that is still in the faraway future. Today their world is the bakery (where Ottilie also works part-time) and all of Byron’s considerable energy goes into it.
A firm believer in whole grains, Byron tried to banish white bread flour from his baking only to reintroduce it when his customers objected. His best-seller is his pain rustique, which is basically levain baguette dough (spelt, rye and Red Fife wheat) shaped differently.
The multigrain is very popular too…
But Byron’s personal favorite is wholegrain rye.
Since I am partial to 100% rye bread as well, I asked Byron about his method: he said he mixed the rye dough, filled the dough bucket to the brim and watched it. As soon as the dough lifted over the top, he dropped it into pans, gave it 30 minutes to one hour’s proofing depending on room temperature and proceeded with the baking. He has learned not to leave it too long or it spilled over.
I bought one of Byron’s 100% rye loaves and took it home. I also bought one of his flax rye loaves with sesame and a rosemary olive oil focaccia. All were excellent. Honest-to-goodness bread that delivers on its promises and leaves you satisfied in body and soul. One would be hard put to imagine more auspicious beginnings.
Yet another amazing write up, loved it!
The last two photos, the focaccia and the wood oven made me dream! But everything was awesome in this post, Farine
thanks so much!
Thanks for stopping by, Sally! I am so glad you enjoyed the visit to Byron…
David Aplin says
Hi MC, A very enjoyable post. I enjoy reading about the process that every baker you profile goes through. I can identify with the lack of sleep for it occurs often, especially when working with a wood fired oven. Glad to hear Byron has such a devout following, keep on writing!
Thanks, David! Yes, I am sure that as a baker, you can totally relate to the story!
My Italian Smorgasbord says
I want that oven!!!
beautiful post and truly amazing bread and pastry. wish I could have something like that here in my part of town. happy you found some time to post these beautiful picture and insightful review.
Thank you, Barbara! I too wish we had a bakery such as Byron's nearby but then I might not get to bake as much as I do. So all in all, it works out…:-)
I'd move there if he was opening a bakery…god that looks awesome!
People take their bread seriously here… You'd love it.
what a great write, amazing pictures and how wonderful that this exists (again!)
Thank you, Breadlab, and, yes, indeed, it is wonderful to see real bread make a comeback!
Jarkko Laine says
Amazing photos, and what a lovely bakery! Byron's attitude for learning bread is something quite amazing. That kind of dedication is an example for all of us. Thank you for sharing yet another beautiful baker profile.
Wishing Mr. Fry every success with his bakery, re-establishing his family’s baking tradition. How fortunate that he found the original logo, bringing another piece of the past forward! Lovely photos of the bakery, and of the beautiful breads and pastries (I really liked the photo of the oven aflame, and of Graham in his flour-dusted hat, too)!
the bakery of the village says
love it !!
a baker from greece