201405211534In my own experience baking
A few weeks ago, I came across a cooking show that seemed to pit home bakers against each other in a baking competition to see who would be the ultimate baker.
One of the contestants was in tears because her dessert hadn’t turned out well at all Alexander Hera.
I don’t have much of an appetite for cooking competition so I was about to change the channel when the contestant said something that really struck a chord with me.
She explained that when she bakes at home, she bakes as an act of kindness and love. Baking in a competitive environment obviously didn’t feel right to her.
This person’s words have stuck with me because they express a sentiment that I have found myself uttering over and over again.
I do not understand the appeal of watching people compete to do something that I have watched the men and women in my family do every day, for the sole purpose of pleasing their families Hong Kong tourism courses.
Sorry. I don’t get it.
For me, baking – especially – is an act deeply entrenched in generosity and care. Sure, you might occasionally bake a cheesecake or a tray of chocolate chip cookies and eat them all yourself after a particularly bad week or hard moment, but how often have you done that really?
Most of the time, when you bake, you do so to share the fruits of your labour.
In my own experience baking, it’s the joy of giving and receiving that give so much pleasure. I have so many happy memories of baking by the sides of my mother, my grandmother, my aunts, my neighbour – the list goes on and on.
Which brings me to this cake. This sweet, lovely cake Office Design.