Here is my very dramatic backstory of how I got into baking.
It all started with cookies and two young children.
My friend and I were visiting Burnaby Village museum, at Christmastime (when we were 10 or 11) , when we went into a 1920’s era house. Inside, a woman was baking ginger sparkle cookies. Obviously, we waited to get some and they tasted delicious and smelled amazing. We were able to get the recipe for the cookies and we (my friend and I) decided to try and make them the very next day.
At first, things were going good but then we learned our first lesson…..always make sure you have all ingredients before starting. When we were partway through we found out we had no ground ginger, but luckily using real ginger worked out just fine. And they looked great! After making 68 cookies (we made them too small) we “fell in love” with baking.
Eventually, after making a lot of cookies I tried scones, muffins, cupcakes and cakes. Soon enough, my mother asked me to slow down or try making something savoury. It was too tempting for her to eat all of my baking. I had no interest in cooking (besides tacos), but I was interested in trying homemade bread. Nothing beats a warm piece of bread fresh out of the oven with melted butter…. (I ate a whole loaf)
My Ode To Bread (haiku form)
Oh so delicious
I would like seven loaves please
Bread is really good
– written by Kira
Super amazing I know
Oh yea here is the recipe if you want to make them:
Anyhoo, enough about that stuff. Here is what I will be blogging about for the next few weeks
As much as I would love to just blog about food I will be doing it about different baking “categories” so… stay tuned.
Before you go here is one last quote: “You can’t buy happiness but you can buy cake and thats kind of the same thing”- *insert creator*