Let me start with a disclosure: I love baking. I may not be your perfect baker but I bake a lot.
I started baking in 1994, a few months before my son was born. I was working in a bank and the pregnancy downtime provided me with the opportunity to learn something new. In this case, baking. I got hooked.
Through the years, I’ve made hundreds of deformed macarons, burnt cookies, super-mushy cupcakes, tilting cakes, and more. If you want to learn how to bake, all you have to do is bake. No excuses, that’s the only way to learn. There are no shortcuts.
I do not have secret ingredients nor 100 year-old attic-hidden recipes. My ingredients are simple: focus on quality, patience, passion, faith and a dash of creativity.
(The photo above was taken by my father. I was the only one looking at the camera while everyone was about to pounce on the cake. My sister was about to blow the candle. It was my birthday.)