Over the past two years, I have really delved into bread and pastries. I bake for friends, families, and the seasonal market almost every day. Before my Dad passed away recently, he moved back into town (only had him for 3 months) :(, and he would eat loaves and loaves of my bread. I loved waking up and making bread every morning with him. It has really become a hobby that I enjoy learning and evolving with new and old recipes.
I often think of becoming a baker in a European country, where I could immerse myself in the art of baking bread and pastries. There’s something so enchanting about the way European cultures have cultivated baking techniques, passed down through generations. I imagine myself in a cozy, rustic bakery, the scent of fresh bread filling the air as I create delicate pastries and loaves with care. Having close knit relationships with daily customers that come and love bread as much as I do. Baking bread and pastries feel more about connecting with people emotionally on a different level over the universal joy of sharing good, homemade food, and being part of a tradition that brings warmth and comfort to daily life. ❤️🥖
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