I'm 24, and I love baking. Even though I have techniques that have been taught to me by generations before me, I still have a lot to learn. I make plenty of mistakes, and my baking is far from being put in a patisserie window in Paris.
But I'm not baking in order to achieve perfection, I keep baking because baking equals choosing happiness. So if you want to read a blog that is more than just about baking, but about life along with the bake, then keep reading.
Baking runs in my family for quite a few generations. My mother and aunt, my grandmother, my great grandmother are all bakers. So it is no surprise that my mother put a spoon in my hand as soon as I turned three. When I bake I think of my family and all the memories we've created together.