Pattie LOVE

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I can still remember the smell of the spices, the peppers and the meat coming from the kitchen. Mum opened the oven door – and there they were! Those beautiful golden pies! We would have them for tea every Saturday.


To us, patties are personal. We love to make our patties for people – who have the love of patties in their hearts. Its teamwork in our bakery and to handmake a pattie is an art – from cooking the fillings to cutting the pastry.


The bakery is filled with that wonderful aroma of these beautiful golden pies – just like Mum and Dad’s kitchen all those years ago. We don’t have to use artificial colours or preservatives – we don’t have to enhance our pastry.


We use the best ingredients and fresh ingredients and give our best to each and every batch we make – because it’s all about the PATTIE LOVE.

The Story of Fenky Janes

I remember patties from the age of 10. On Saturday afternoons Dad and I would be in the kitchen making our traditional Saturday soup, but this one Saturday was different. He said that we were going to be trying something that grandma from Jamaica used to cook. My mum, my sister and I sat in the kitchen and there was such a beautiful smell wafting around. Dad was stirring the pot on the stove, and mum was rolling pastry (her grandma’s recipe). We all had patties for our tea and we loved them – although we did think they were a bit spicy at first! We had never tasted anything like it before. I used to spend loads of time at weekends with my grandma, who was always baking delicious things – I am sure that this is where my love of baking came from.


Going back to that winter’s evening – I can still remember the smell of the spices, the peppers and the meat coming from the kitchen. Mum opened the oven door – and there they were! Those beautiful golden pies! We would have them for tea every Saturday. Dad explained that these golden pies we loved so much were patties from Jamaica. We loved hearing the stories of when he was a little boy, as soon as he finished school for the day, he would ride his bicycle round the streets of Kingston (Jamaica) selling ice cream and patties made in his parents ice crème parlour.


It became obvious to us as kids, that there was something special going on in our house. Mum was getting up early on a Saturday, around 5 in the morning. When we came down she was in the kitchen with flour all over face, in her hair and clothes, and there were loads and loads of patties! Then dad would load them all up in his green maxi and go selling these patties at local blues parties in and around Birmingham. And that’s where the name Fenkee’s patties came from. Dad was a real popular man on the circuit. I guess this went on for a few years or so – in fact I think I was about 13 – when it was obvious that my mum and dad had captured a market, and decided to make it established. That is when home baking became professional in our house. Dad won an award to set up his own bakery in Small Heath, Birmingham. My role then was to look after my younger sister and brother whilst my parents built up Fenkee’s Patties. In those days he would sell them direct from the back of his car – and it was always the beautiful smell of those freshly baked patties that clinched the deal. Back then it was only beef patties – then dad came up with a vegetable filling when he realised that there was a market for them. These vegetable patties were infused with a Chinese influence as my grandfather, Fenkee’s dad from the ice crème parlour, was full blooded Chinese, and a great artist.


I was 18 when I decided that I wanted to get involved with the business as I had never lost interest. I began working in the bakery, and when I say I started at the bottom, I started at the bottom. I was their apprentice and they made sure I knew how to keep the bakery clean! Pots, pans, floors had to be sparkling. After a fews years of this I was moved up to folding and forking the patties (forking is the method we still use today to differentiate the flavours of the fillings in the pastry cases). I felt wonderful with this promotion and took pride in making sure the patties were forked correctly, and that they were folded correctly so they would bake properly and not split in the baking process. I think dad was pleased with me because I held that position permanently for 2 or 3 years. Business really started to take off and dad had to invest in a pie machine. Mum and I worked together on a daily basis, and it felt so good to be part of it all. Then I moved into packing and dispatching as Fenky Patties no longer sold from the back of dad’s car.