Bakery Days

October 2008 . Apartment Therapy

If you know me, you know I LOVE books. I am a self-proclaimed, proud-to-be bookworm. That being said, I’ve been following several favorite blogs for the past few years. While I absolutely love food blogs with a passion, I have to add to the top of my ranking, Apartment Therapy as a happy obsession. Just today, I received my winning copy of Apartment Therapy: the eight-step home cure. Never in my wildest imagination did I think that I would win a contest and receive a signed autographed copy of their eight-step home cure!!! » Read the rest of this entry «

October 2008 . Hand Mixer

This little hand mixer has a beautiful history. Though it’s not very fancy, I remember delicious days full of freshly baked sweet bread. Even though my mother claims that it took her many years to develop her skills, I only remember how she always managed to bake so well with very little effort. It still feels like yesterday, when I was sitting at the kitchen table, watching my mother pour mounds of flour and sugar into a bowl. The air was always filled with a buttery sweet taste that always made me want to dive in and lick the bowl. My mother would always tell me, “get your fingers outta there – it’ll be ready in a few hours.” Those were impatient and painful moments where I’d wistfully sit and watch the bread rise, eager for it to be ready to eat. Once all the kneading was finished, she would would set aside a few small pieces just for her little helper. I was so proud to be such a good helper. Those were beautiful moments that I remember fondly. » Read the rest of this entry «

December 2007 . Pirate vs. Spicy Sushi

Yo ho ho, I couldn’t help but marvel these incredibly cute sushi pieces.

They were just as tasty as they were cute.

June 2008 . Chocolate Chip Cookies

People often tell me that they prefer cooking to baking, because baking is an exact science. Everything has to be measured out in perfect quantities. I am fortunate to come from a long line of “true” bakers – no one has ever measured out things precisely. My grandmother and mother both choose to bake simply by sight, adding a little of this and a little of that. It’s difficult to get a recipe from them, since they do it completely from memory and choose to demonstrate how to bake rather than write it down on paper. I feel very fortunate to inherit that trait. Being able to bake without a written recipe and know by sight, texture and taste has saved me countless hours when batches could have been ruined. But I also must admit that I do cherish all of my cookbooks, as they have also taught me many valuable lessons. » Read the rest of this entry «

May 2008 . San Francisco Bay

An amazing view. An incredibly awe-inspiring life.

Happy 2nd anniversary. =)