Embracing the chaos that is my life...

 Mission accomplished....first order down! Now I am left waiting on pins and needles to hear the feedback. Nothing like ones own insecurities to come creeping in. You know those needling little thoughts? What if they don't like it? What if they tell everyone they know they had the worst pastries of their lives today? What if all my guinea pigs I spent months testing out my wares on were all lying, worried they might hurt my feelings? Sheesh! C'mon already right? Positive thoughts...deep breaths. 


 So, how about a little picture of what it was like to accomplish the feat of my first order? Let me tell you, having a domestic bakery is not so easy. I don't have industrial size ovens and oodles and oodles of work space. I have MY kitchen, which I love, and until I decided to embark on this baking extravaganza, always thought was more than ample space.


 Actually, though, as I was just re-reading what I had written above I realize the space is not the issue, it is who is occupying the space...ME. Anyone who knows me, and now even those that don't, can attest to the fact that I am an O.C.D. neat freak. Over the top really. A complete minimalist. Our home is one of those that even if we wanted to we couldn't host a garage sale because we don't have (nor do our children) any extra crap laying around. 


 This brings me to my next revelation... when I bake, I am unlike myself. I am controlled in the order of which I do things, for example you have 4 different items to bake, what makes the most sense to bake first, second? You get the idea. In the kitchen I would consider my life controlled chaos. It doesn't seem to matter if I am making a batch of scones or 2 cakes and 4 batches of scones, my kitchen looks like I came through it in the form of a whirling dervish leaving a swath of domestic disaster in my wake. What's  up with me? Maybe it's the inner child in me finally coming out. According to my Mother and Grandmother I could be playing with a group of children making mud pies in an all white outfit and be the only one at the end who didn't have a spec of dirt on me. Am I making up for lost time? I don't really know. I know that the kitchen makes me happy and stressed at the same time. I seem to work well under that combination. 


Until next time...


xo
Jenny