More About Her
“Imagine…
Take a generous bite out of a chocolate chip muffin, freshly baked out of your very own oven in your humble kitchen.
The taste of soft, moist and sweet succulence combined with the warmth from the deliciously evil melted chocolate chips in your mouth…
Heavenly…”
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My personal dictum in life is, food always tastes better when love is part of the ingredient. For that very reason, I started to venture into the kitchen again in my mid-20s, purely driven by interest and not out of necessity.
I was formerly introduced to baking at the age of 13 during home economics classes in secondary school, although my first memories of watching baking in process dated back as early as the tender age of 3. Till today, almost 3 decades later, I can still vaguely remember watching my aunt busy whisking the batter for a pandan chiffon cake while baby-sitting me.
I believe I inherited the penchant for baking from Dad’s side. Mum has never been interested in baking, and for that matter, cooking to her is duty, not so much as something she really enjoys doing. She has always wondered why her daughter, I, ended up liking to bake so much.
For many years, I picked up baking all by myself by buying books on baking and reading off the internet. It is until recently that I signed myself up for baking classes at BITC.
Slowly, I get exposed to the world of baking, and I noticed that many other newly-married young working women are getting more and more interested in baking, especially in the local context. I have met quite a few in my baking classes and online food blogs - some much more experienced than I am, and some who are newly initiated into this highly addictive arena.
I believe no one is born knowing how to bake (but yes, there are many who are just simply talented in this area), and it can be easily picked up at any stage of one’s life. It is with this belief that I set up this website - to share my personal experiences (and many a times, failures as well) in my various baking projects.
