My baking journey began long before I knew it would become such an important part of my life. As a little girl, I stood on tiptoes beside my mum, nanny and dad, learning and falling in love with the rhythm of baking in the kitchen. Eager to help, mix, stir, and watch closely as magic happened in the oven. But the true inspiration came from my dad, a natural baker, who made it all look effortless. Every morning, our kitchen was filled with the smell of fresh, homemade pastries and breads. Watching my family, I learned that baking isn’t just about recipes, it’s about passion, patience, and love. The kitchen was the heart of our home, full of joy, laughter, and the kind of warmth that only homemade food can bring. That daily experience showed me something deeper: when people are passionate, persistent, and determined, they can create something truly magical. Baking was never just a task in our family. It was a way of showing love, strength, and care.