In my house, I can’t remember a time when my mom wasn’t in the kitchen baking sweets. She was prolific- which was good, because in addition to her brown hair, I got her sweet tooth. And those sugary cravings were impossible to ignore… Which only made me appreciate her baking efforts that much more. Each bite from one of her assorted homemade treats was an edible “I love you” from her to me; a tangible profession of love. In other words, if you couldn’t guess, my mom was influential in cultivating my love of baking.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say that she is the reason Joyful Bakers exists today.
Of course, I couldn’t let her have all the fun. Once I discovered the magic of baking, I needed to be able to do it for myself. So she taught me. But in the beginning the learning process was a whole lot less magical. It was time consuming and frustrating. And I made a lot of mistakes… but it didn’t stay that way.