I asked my grandfather for some old Bari tradition. He told me that when he was a child, almost the same age as me, very often on Sunday morning he went to a shop with the oven-baked pasta pan to cook in a wood oven. Many other people also brought food to bake. In his house there was no oven and therefore his mother made him go there every time he had to bake something in the oven. He told me he was going and waiting outside for the time needed to cook the food.