In the middle ages, in Italy, there
was a Venetian baker, who had a daughter. The baker was busy making pastries
for the weekend. So he asked his daughter for help “Why don’t you mix a small
portion of chopped almonds into a large batch of cake dough.” The girl was so
in love and daydreaming that she switched the ratios putting a large amount of
almonds into a small batch of cake dough. When the father discovered the
mistake, he was so furious that he rushed her off from the bakery for wasting
so many almonds. He threw his hands up and lamented. However, when he munched
on a piece of what he considered ruined dough, he became still and amazed by
the taste of raw dough. It was the most delicious confection he has ever savored.
The baker cut the dough into small bits and sold it with great success. What he
considered a mistake at first, now was a blessing, which brought him a great riches.
Therefore, he named the bread marcipani in Latin, after the town’s patron St.
Marcus.
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