Hello, internet! Good morning/afternoon/evening whatever your time zone is. I am The Baker. No that's not my real name, but my real name is kind of unique and it would be so easy to stalk me donchathink? Not that I'm interesting enough to stalk (LOL whatajoke), but precautions are what they are. Let's just stick with Neeli. cool? cool. coolcoolcool.
Okay. Time to get down to business. I won't talk about myself and whatnot, that's what the about me is for; this is strictly baking. Maybe some cooking. We'll see how it goes. Sorry about the bad grammar and punctuation. I'm not really a very formal writer and I want anyone who's on this site to see the personality that goes into all of my fooooood.
What a great transition to the most important topic at hand! FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD! Food is the name of the game of life that I play. (Just so you know, I am running on five hours of sleep and it's around 1 in the morning, so please don't judge my hyperness) Anyways, ever since I was a little kid, I have baked and cooked my way through life. When I was learning how to walk and talk, I pretended to cook food with my mom (wasn't real don't worry); as I went into the awkward preteen years (dear god), I began experimenting with flavours and making my parents teach me all they knew about food. Then around the end of eighth grade, it struck. Baking fever. Whenever I could, I would bake anything and everything I could find a recipe for. My mom got really mad because food is expensive and I wasn't exactly making the most healthy recipes. But no matter, I kept going. Every time someone came over, baking! Or a party, baking! Just lots and lots of baking! In high school, there was an amount of time where I stopped baking. Guess my creative juices weren't flowing towards the culinary aspect of life.
Lo and behold! Senior year, cause of stress and anxiety. Along with it came a new fire in me to bake until I die. It was my way of clearing my mind and letting go of my anxiety issues. But now I am (finally) a collegeite (pretend it's a word okay), you would expect that this need to bake would go away. But no. Thankfully I live only twenty minutes away from home and the kitchen where I have been baking for over 10 years. So, as my school year goes underway and I am swamped with papers and transfers and grades, I promised myself that I would bake at least once a week. I suppose you could say this blog is sort of an archive for me. To keep track of all of my old and new recipes and my alterations and such. But that doesn't meet it's not for the public. This is the internet after all.
Which brings me towards the final stages of this introduction. I am a baker; much like many of you, I strive to bake my way into peace and friendship accompanied by the sweet smell of bread in the oven (or cookies. or cake. or tarts. basically anything). This is the start of my documented journey into the world of culinary goodness. I'm not a professional, I don't own any fancy bowls or machines. Basically, I'm just a girl who likes to bake and now it's time for me to show the internet my altered recipes and foods that maybe will inspire others to create masterpieces of their own.
Alright, ITS BAKING TIME.
*disclaimer: my url is a reference to The Perks of Being a Wallflower
**also a dedication to my stupid friends (you know who you are)
***I'll try to post every Sunday, but who knows how long it'll take
****I procrastinate a lot
*****I don't think anyone is going to read this anyways though
******okay I'll stop now
