Have you ever thought through the lies you tell yourself? One recently came to light for me, as I have honestly believed that I can’t bake. While the statement is true, what is false is my belief that I can’t learn how to bake. Not only do I have a fear of learning to bake, and in the process looking stupid… For me, baking, unlike cooking, seems to be an exact science approach. If you don’t hold the line of the recipe, you are bound to flop!
Maya, my 12 year old daughter, is a seasoned baker. She started her thriving bakery business last year, aptly naming it Amakery. Pronounced ‘Ahh-May-Kuh-Ree’ (like bakery).
Since I have that access, it made perfect sense to me, to get over my fear of failure, and attempt this baking thing. I guess my fear of failure was outweighed by my desire to spend time with Maya, doing something that she loves.
Clearly this was a great idea, given her reaction when I suggested to that we try out a chocolate chip recipe that I had found on the internet. When I clarified that we should try baking it together, she lit up! With her cute dimples visible to me, as far as I was, she smiled from ear to ear. She did of-course throw in the caveat of us trying out her recipe rather. I was promised we can try mine later (time has yet to be committed).
I was surprised by the response. When Maya is in the kitchen baking, she is focused and on purpose. I always marvel when I watch her, as her intensity leaves me with a do not disturb sign flashing through my mind. The thought of an apprentice while she was busy baking is not one I thought as appealing to her. More so, the drag of an apprentice who happens to be her dad…
Baking with Maya for me was truly heart melting stuff. Maya seems to have also had fun. Jordan, who is three years older than Maya, captured the story beautifully on her blog. Be sure to read it when you leave this post. You will be blown away!
Jordan is the Amakery dedicated photographer, but I’m now of the view that she should also head up our communications strategy, as the blog that she produced with her picture of every moment allow you to savour the experience, as if you were there with us.
As I baked with Maya, I had flashbacks of when I used to be my dad’s little helper in the kitchen, when he baked and I was a young boy. I had actually forgotten that I did have baking experience! If Maya got to experience half the joy that I felt when I used to bake with my dad, then I am twice as happy!
“Don’t ever tell me that you can’t bake again” Maya said to me, as the tray of chocolate chip cookies baked in the oven.