The abbreviated story of my (baking) life:
I’m a 26 year old native Vancouverite who transplanted to Baltimore in 2008 to study medicine, and I just finished my third year of medical school. When I was in elementary school, I had a Chinese school classmate whose mom owned a Chinese bakery. I remember walking into that store, my nose in heaven from the tantalizing smells, and dreaming of one day owning my own bakery. My dreams were ironically dashed when she informed me of the 5am wake-up times required to get her pastries out by 9am, and, being a naive child, decided that that was NOT a desirable lifestyle. Now I find myself waking up even earlier to go to the hospital (4am for surgery? how I long for 5am wake-ups now!). Nonetheless, I love what I do, and I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life :)
The legitimacy of my baking skills:
I first started baking in high school as part of my home economics class, and it was love at first bite. Since then, I’ve been baking for special occasions, for morning pick-me-ups, to garner favor, and as a productive means of stress relief from the sometimes insurmountable amounts of studying that I appear to do everyday. Other than 2 high school cooking classes, I have never taken a cooking class in my life, but I probably watch enough food network shows and eat enough pastries to make up for it. I think I’m partial towards cakes (cheesecakes in particular), although I also love a beautiful lattice crust pie or the camaraderie of a dish full of cookies.
I like bears that are blue. And I just couldn’t resist the deliciousness of the play on words.