It was 1981 – and everyone was wearing Stubbies – when Dad’s Pies began in a pint-sized pie shop at Red Beach. The task at hand was feeding peckish beach goers on pies and ice creams. And thus, one small step for Dad’s Pies became a giant leap for pie-kind.

Word spread fast. We soon found our feet – and the secret to making a great pie. ‘Let’s only ever make pies we want to eat,’ came the cry. Then ‘Let’s also make them good for you,’ came another cry. So once we’d worked out where the echo was coming from, we began a lifelong pursuit of pie-fection – mixing wholesome, top-notch ingredients with plenty of love and care.

Like the pies, the wee bakery at Red Beach was pretty full. So we packed up the pie dishes and the team hopped down the road to Silverdale. More people were cottoning on to Dad’s Pies – so we also invested in some shiny gadgets to help our pie makers keep up.