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We all know that life is tough. But when I bake, somehow It makes me feel little bit better. Growing up, I used to love cakes. I was so addicted to chocolate cake, and my mum used it against me. She would tell me to do the dishes, fold my laundry, or even water the garden for a piece of chocolate cake.

I was not good in sports, average student in my studies but here comes the difference. When I failed in baking, I feel an inner sense of motivation to improve myself and succeed. Even when I succeed, with my friends and family acknowledging my success, I still want to continuously improve myself and never give up. I will always be thinking about what I have to bake next, how am I going to improve my skills of baking.

Baking was my way of relaxing. I loved the smile and people’s faces when they taste my cake or pie, and it gave me a strong push to come up with something better. I loved the compliments I get from my family anytime I bake something extraordinary. They were proud I found something I love and could keep to it. Each time I bake, I feel a spark of joy in my soul. It felt like I was born to mix flour and make magic from it. I have other hobbies, no doubt, but none can compare to my love for baking.

A soothing slice of cake double layered deliciousness, the smell of freshly baked bread, the comforting crunch of biscuits straight from the oven. Sometimes when you’re really happy you need something really sweet which you need to hit the spot.

For me, baking really is my happy place.

Let’s bake, eat, and be happy.