Baking is therapeutic for me. Along with the calm feeling instilled by the warmth of the oven and the wonderfully smelling home, there arises within me a tiny bit of triumph with every success, a little smile and a small pat on the back.
I never use to bake more than an occasional cake, and that too the same repeated recipe. There was no place to go wrong. But certain things changed once I started blogging. I entered this world of beauty; stories of success and failures, tales of encouragement and the friendly nudge and reminder not to ever give up. I gradually absorbed that mistakes and super flops are only a part of this journey, only to do better the next time. It was not just me who was afraid to see a “flat” cake or a rock hard bread come out of the oven.