The smell of baked home made food, especially sweets, has always made me think of home, especially of my mum, who used to bake often. Mum used to make a cake called 'Chec', which is probably an adaptation of word 'cake'. My brother and I used to fight over who got to lick the spoon and the bowl.
Baking has growed on me slowly. I still remember my first cake, when I kept opening the oven door and ended up with flat rock hard cake. I ate it anyway, it tasted good because I had made it.
We did not have internet back then, no youtube or Google to search for recipes, we only had handed down recipes and very few recipe books.
I am self taught, still learning, and I would not have been able to learn as much if it was not for all of you food lovers and bloggers out there, on the internet. Thank you and let's hope I can one day inspire someone else to bake.