One Sunday morning (circa age 9), I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen and baked a surprise coffee cake out of Betty Crocker cookbook for children. The scents of baking butter, sugar and spice were enchanting. More magical still were the smiles on the faces of my family.
To this day I see baking as a tangible means of expressing care. So, when my friend, Jeanne threw a potluck party for fellow dance classmates, I was delighted to bake for her Asian theme buffet. My contributions of Chinese Almond Cookies and the Ninja Baker’s Orange Cake Bon Bons were a hit.