I've seen Julie & Julia, and I have zero hopes of ever reaching my baking hero through my blog. Truth is, I don't have a baking hero. Yet. Seems a strange way to start a baking blog, huh?
I grew up in a family chock full of women who can bake and who can bake well. Holidays at our house are never just a one-dessert occasion; everyone brings a treat to pass. Everyone, that is, except me. (Despite being given kitchen utensils and gadgets galore for every holiday gift. Was that a hint, Grandma?) I'm 25 and the greatest baking I've ever done has been frozen cookie dough. (And even then, my boyfriend had to take them out of the oven.) And that is my admission of my problem: I'm afraid of the oven.
I am a perfectionist. I have always struggled with starting at the beginning and working my way up to the more difficult projects. I want to start at the top and I want it to be perfect. This is my attempt to break that bad habit. Whether anyone reads this or not, this is me trying, starting at nothing. For me.
Wish me luck!
Cheers, lovelies,
Miki
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