Baking has never been a forte of mine. Lets be honest, I am incredibly impatient so baking and cooking have both been things that never interested me in life. The only time I baked was with my grandma when I went to visit her (even then I didn’t really help all that often) or the occasional cookies I would help my dad with-and by help I mean, someone had to lick the beaters, right?
In the Spring of 2011, while I was busy planning my wedding and living the life of “bliss” that all soon-to-be-married women talk about, my grandma was tragically killed in a car accident. Who knew that one phone call would change my life forever. I will never forget that day or the months after. Words cannot even begin to express how close I was to that woman and how terribly hurt my heart was. To say my engagement was a bittersweet time is an understatement.
This season of my life, was when I really started baking. At first, it was something I did to distract myself from what was going on in the world around me. I didn’t have time to think about our family’s loss, I needed to be happy. I needed to get back to a state of bliss. I needed to be excited about becoming a wife. Then, I just needed to bake. It became therapeutic for me. It was relaxing being in the kitchen baking and it made me feel somewhat connected with my grandma. She was an amazing woman and I wish she could be here now, but I know that the Lord has a reason for everything.
That is how I got to this point where I am at. Baking has become a passion for me. This blog is a way for me to share what I learn and create with others. My hope is that people will be able to find what makes them happy, and do it.
“Part of the healing process is sharing with people who care.” -Jerry Cantrell