When I was about ten or eleven, I got my first recipe book from the library. Actually, I got about ten. I lugged those books home and spent hours reading them, looking at the pictures and basically gazing in awe at the pictures of the pretty cakes. We’d always baked at home. I, my brother and sister would be stood around a bowl, in our tiny little lilac kitchen, having turns mixing the batter while mum overlooked. The cakes were probably airless, because of the amount we beat the mixture, but we’d eat it all up straight away. It was just fun.
And so nine years later having read all, yes all, the recipe books in my small town library, I wasn’t sure what to do. After I finished my A-levels, I was sure, after some deliberation (and lots of help from my long suffering mum, thanks mum), that I didn’t want do go into science (which is what my A-levels were). I didn’t think I could be a baker. The idea never even crossed my mind. I thought I’d be a midwife, or a teacher. Being a baker was a childhood dream that I didn’t know was possible to fulfil. You know, a bit like being a fairy-tale princess.
But I enrolled on a cake decorating course. Once a week, I will learn a little more how to decorate a cake, just like those cakes were decorated in my childhood recipe books. If you ask me where I see myself in a few years, I’d tell you a few things. I want my own bakery with tea, coffee and good cake and cookies. And I want to make custom designed cakes. And also teach how to bake as well. And I also want my own cake decorating book published, with pictures of cakes decorated by me.
Last week was my first class. We went through the syllabus. For the next year, I’ll be learning how to cover and design a cake with sugar-paste and also royal icing. And we went through which equipment we’ll be using. Palette knives, paintbrushes, gel food colours, piping tubes.
It’s exciting to be finally doing something I’ve been waiting for for so long. I’m looking forward to learning and creating as much as I can.