Baking, Quietly

Victoria Sandwich, always a family favourite

It began in Edinburgh.

The days were quiet, the weather was cold, and baking somehow felt like a way to keep myself grounded. I wasn’t good at it. I didn’t really know what I was doing. I just followed instructions, made mistakes, and learned slowly.

Over time, I realised baking became something more than just trying recipes.

It became a small form of escape for me, especially from anxiety. When I bake, I focus on simple things: measuring, mixing, waiting. It helps quiet everything else in my mind, even if just for a while.

When I came back, I kept baking.

But only for my family and close friends.

That is still how it is today.

Sometimes people tell me I should sell my bakes. Some even offer to pay for them. But I always say no.

Not because I don’t appreciate it, but because I don’t feel ready.

Baking, to me, is still very personal. It is not something I think of as a business. It is something I do when I want to give something simple, warm, and real to people I care about.

My family often encourages me too.

“You should start selling this.”

But I don’t.

Not yet.

Maybe one day I will.

For now, I like it this way - quiet, simple, and shared only with people close to me.

Baking, for me, is not about perfection or profit. It is about slowing down, learning through mistakes, and making something with my own hands for others.

In a way, it also feels connected to dedaun+co.

Because both started from something small. Something personal. Something still growing quietly over time.

I don’t know where baking will lead me in the future.

But for now, I am okay with this, a quiet kitchen, familiar hands, and small things made with care.

xoxo

Mizu