I have always existed in the creative zone between words and craftsmanship. If I look back, I can see that, in the kitchen, I was sure of myself. I moved around with confidence even as a young person where everything around me did not make much sense. Love and relationships were awkward, my parents were not present, studying was hard, just surviving seemed hard work, there was no manual to it all. The kitchen was the space where all that anxiety disappeared – I became a person who knew what I wanted, and what it should taste like. I understood that cooking was a small journey each time, and I could most of the time figure out where it would lead me. Mistakes did not put me off – they encouraged me. I was interested every day, why the everyday meals where important, because most of life is ever day. Therefore, my companies and books were centred around the daily meals, the home baked bread, and nurturing cakes became my passion and a way to make a living.
