Some people have previously asked me where my PASSION for baking began. Like I have mentioned in a previous blog post, I started to use my mum’s pots and pans when I was two years old and LOVED to be with her in the kitchen. I also have loved tasting my amazing 91 years old Grandma’s cakes, she is also an EXCELLENT Baker like my mum! In the future I will share some of my Grandma’s baking recipes with you guys.
When I was a teenager, I travelled one summer by train with eight heavy cook books from Austria, through Germany and France and back to Sweden. They were all in German or French. God knows (!!) why I bought books written in FRENCH, even if I have studied French for six years. I only understood a few words of them, for instance gâteau (cake)…but I was stubborn, I wanted to try to bake some of the recipes so I bought a dictionary in French (I already had a German one).
In my time I have made a few mistakes such as when I used the Austrian measurement’s conversion and thought that 10 dkg was 1000 gram instead of the 100 grams, which is the correct number. When I tried to make Kaiserschmarrn with 1 kilo Margarine instead of 100 gram, I was pretty surprised that they had so much margarine in their food in Austria, but it was me… who hadn’t read the information correctly. Haha But hey ho… the Kaiserschmarrn tasted beautiful even if it was a bit fatty ( I got rid of lots of Margarine… so don’t worry ).
My family and friends have been VERY SUPPORTIVE and tasted all the buns, cakes, biscuits I have made over the years…. From BIG cinnamon buns to SMALL Coconut cookies. The kitchen floor in one of my previous apartments was pretty well used. I used to sit there and talk and wait for the dough to rise with one of my girlfriends meanwhile we were drinking coffee. We baked for hours, almost every single day, and I was even forced to get a second big freezer in my kitchen so I could store all the things I baked. The neighbours got home-baked vanilla buns and bread on many occasions. My ex boyfriend got so tired of having go to buy flour in the supermarket all the time, he came home one day with a big 25 kg sack of flour and said “Now you can bake!!!”. Lovely memories….
I haven’t baked for a few years because I was studying pretty much at the University. During those years, I always felt that something important was missing in my life. Early this year, I just got the inspiration to bake again…when I was spending time with my dear and lovely British boyfriend. I felt that I had found that important puzzle piece in my life… my passion for baking and to see other people’s smiles on their faces! BAKING for me is not only a hobby, it’s a lifestyle…