I am known to be a sensitive kind of person especially since the hormones kicked in. If I don't get my mind off a particular thing, I keep on thinking about it until I exhaust all of my brain juices. To prevent that from happening, I need to do something to get my mind off it. In the past, I tried multiples of things, experimenting as to what would make me feel better. During that journey, I tried gardening, sketching, craft work, sewing,cooking, baking, reading and writing. Ever since I was a child, I was known to be hyperactive and not very patient with whatever I did. If something I was doing took a lot of time, I would convince myself that I will do it some other time, needless to say that that time would very rarely come if I didn't want it to. That is exactly what I looked at while choosing my past time. Do I feel relaxed while doing it? Do I get impatient if it isn't done quickly? Is the wait for the outcome filled with good anxiety or the bad, irritating one? The favorable answer to all these questions was when I came across the joys of baking. Baking, in its true essence, is the one thing I never get annoyed or irritated by. The wonderful smell of freshly baked bread, scones, cakes, biscuits, etc is the thing I really look forward to whenever I start baking.
Baking is not the only thing which I enjoy doing but it most certainly is the biggest component of my happiness. I love experimenting and trying on new stuff as much as I'm afraid of doing so. I enjoy it but it scares the hell out of me every time I try because I can never be sure of the outcome. There are moments when I really challenge myself and I keep on expanding my limits which is a very enlightening experience for me. It actually makes me forget all my worries. It is similar to a chemistry experiment for me, to be honest, and chemistry is my favorite subject so that's saying something. The way raw eggs, sugar and flour make something and just adding a bit of baking soda in vinegar and adding that to the mixture gives it a completely different affect. The way I feel when I am baking cannot be expressed in words. Its a divine feeling.
When I was a child, I used to love seeing my mom work in the kitchen and I always wanted to do it myself. Naturally, she never let me do it because she didn't want her kitchen to become a disaster. According to her, we always grow out of the interests we have when we are a child but that was not the case with me. I guess I've always been a rebel when it comes to keeping to the norms. I always thought I was abnormal. Just kidding. Anyways, the first time I baked, it was a batch of brownies. I cannot explain the feeling I got when my mom praised me. She never praises me without cause. So it made me exceptionally happy. It makes me smile whenever I recall that moment. I believe it would be correct to say that it was the happiest moment of my life.
Baking is not the only thing which I enjoy doing but it most certainly is the biggest component of my happiness. I love experimenting and trying on new stuff as much as I'm afraid of doing so. I enjoy it but it scares the hell out of me every time I try because I can never be sure of the outcome. There are moments when I really challenge myself and I keep on expanding my limits which is a very enlightening experience for me. It actually makes me forget all my worries. It is similar to a chemistry experiment for me, to be honest, and chemistry is my favorite subject so that's saying something. The way raw eggs, sugar and flour make something and just adding a bit of baking soda in vinegar and adding that to the mixture gives it a completely different affect. The way I feel when I am baking cannot be expressed in words. Its a divine feeling.
When I was a child, I used to love seeing my mom work in the kitchen and I always wanted to do it myself. Naturally, she never let me do it because she didn't want her kitchen to become a disaster. According to her, we always grow out of the interests we have when we are a child but that was not the case with me. I guess I've always been a rebel when it comes to keeping to the norms. I always thought I was abnormal. Just kidding. Anyways, the first time I baked, it was a batch of brownies. I cannot explain the feeling I got when my mom praised me. She never praises me without cause. So it made me exceptionally happy. It makes me smile whenever I recall that moment. I believe it would be correct to say that it was the happiest moment of my life.
