There is something beautiful about the baking process. The way flour feels in your hands or the sound of eggs cracking on the edge of a bowl. Baking is a gathering of interesting materials, a mixed medium art piece of sorts, that ends in a cake instead of a canvas.

This reminds me of when I would just sit in my mum’s kitchen and just watch her cook all day. That calming feeling of knowing all is just right in my world and there’s nothing pulling me in different directions, screaming for attention.