For the love of baking

The farmers market has come to an end for me, it is the last Friday evening that I will be spending with the oven  and last Saturday for a few months where I will not have to wake up at 5.30 am, to bake. It was a running joke among my friends that I have a ‘hot’ date every Friday evening with my oven. (yes pun intended)!

As I stand here talking to the other vendors at the market, I feel a tinge of nostalgia. As much as I complain about cold weather and standing out there and spending hours rolling, folding, baking pastry, the fact is,  I love it. I may not be able to quit my day job to live off baking for the market, but yet I enjoy it and it gives me purpose.

I have made some wonderful friends doing this market for the last few years.  I met my running partner at the market. We made fast friends talking about running and now we have become the best of friends. We sign up for races and motivate each other. I have great admiration for her, because she is one who understands the meaning of balancing her marriage and friendships. Despite her busy work schedule, her marriage, she still finds the time to spend time with her friends, be it having coffee or just window shopping. I find that rare and refreshing, in this day and age where everyone is so caught up in the rat race of getting ahead.

Back to the market, it is a challenge to get creative for different ideas, try to use whatever fruits that are in season and think outside the box. I thrive on that. It is hard to explain to most of my friends the passion I have for this. I spend 9 hours of the day in a kitchen, surrounded by food and then I come home spend a few more hours in the kitchen baking and yet I would not change it.

As much as I am glad that I have my Friday evenings and my Saturday mornings back to do as I wish, I am going to miss the smell of pastry emanating from my kitchen and spending time with those I now call friends.

There have been times that I have wallowed in self-pity so much that I have not wanted to go to the market, but yet, I find the strength to head to the kitchen, turn the oven on and bake. When people send me messages such as ” Your white chocolate cranberry wonders are to die for”  or when someone places an order for a bunch of stuff because as he says “you have made so many great ones across my visits, that I can’t really choose just one” makes it all worth while.

These are few of the things I made on the last day of market.


White chocolate, Cranberry & Pistachio Blondie



Cherry & Dark Chocolate Tart



Bread Pudding with caramelized apples & rum sauce


About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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2 Responses to For the love of baking

  1. Jim says:

    I miss the Framer’s Market!


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