Once upon a time…

I can still remember how it all started…
It was way back in the summer of ’94 and I was 8 years old. My parents left my older brother and I alone during the afternoons while they were at work and I would spend hours reading and looking at the pictures in my mom’s old cook books. I always loved the baking sections the most though. Well, it took me a week or so, but I finally convinced my mom to get me a few packets of yeast at the store. The next morning, as soon as my parents left, I got out that trusty red and white checked cook book with all those pictures and set to work. I’d never made anything trickier than brownies or rice crispy treats, and never alone, but I knew I could do it. I just knew that by the time my parents got home, there would be French bread coming out of the oven. Sure enough, by 5 o’clock the kitchen was a disaster, but there they were. 4 loaves, golden brown and baked to perfection… Admittedly, they were small round loaves with faces and hair, but they were still French bread, and after all, I was 8.

And that is the story of the beginning of the end. Ever since, I’ve been baking or reading about baking or thinking about baking just about every day.

A few years ago, I decided that since baking is the one thing that I’ve really loved my whole life, I should probably go ahead and start my own business so I can do just that. Currently I’m set up at Baker’s Nursery on Saturdays while the weather is nice, but I am available for party catering year-round.