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Growing up in a family of home cooks and bakers, baking comes naturally. I have been mixing bowls and licking egg beaters before I could even write.  Baking runs through my veins. 

I fondly remember the first thing I had ever baked without my mother's watchful eye. They were meant to be chocolate chip cookies. I had ambitiously started the cookie dough without even checking if we had chocolate chips on hand. All we had were a few unwanted chocolate roses (the flavours that no one likes eg. Turkish delight and cherry ripe) they just had to do. Being at the tender age of 8, I can still picture my parents masking their feelings of utter disgust with "mmms" and "ahhs." I knew they were horrid, but I was proud!

Ever since then, I had baked almost every weekend, exhausting my mother's plethora of vintage cookbooks. Baking was my happy place, a place where I could escape and dream of the day where I would run my own patisserie.

Today, baking is very much a passion as it was twenty years ago and I am pleased to be able to share my joy of baking with you.


Kim


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