One more project to talk about. But first, some background on me.
I started baking when I was very small – I had to stand on a chair to reach the counter in my mom’s kitchen. I’ve always loved making pastries, and baking bread. Even at the height of the season in South Florida, when I was in the kitchen 14 hours a day 6 days a week…I loved it. I would often think to myself ‘I can’t believe they’re paying me to do this!’. Anyone who’s worked in a commercial kitchen will know, you HAVE to love it, or you won’t last long. I had one job where I had to decorate cakes all day on Fridays. My CTS meant that after about an hour, my hand was numb and tingling. I lost my taste for sweet things, too. Being up to your armpit in 80 gallons of cake batter will do that to you.
How I’m going to earn a living is always in the back of my mind. I’m not his pampered princess anymore. I’m well set, Stephen saw to that…but I can’t do nothing for the rest of my life – I need to work. I’ve considered so many options, but I kept coming back to baking. I can’t go back to work in a commercial kitchen, though…that’s a youngster’s game. Also, I’ve never worked here in Australia, so I’d have to prove my credentials…which…no. But…a smaller scale, working from home…that would be glorious. I could put the awesome kitchen that Stephen gave me to use (because God knows I don’t use it to feed myself these days).
Right, the project. There is a farmer’s market here in the village every Sunday. I’m going to make and sell American pastries. It’s what I know, and I’m really good at it. I have to apply for a space, and get my kitchen inspected, and build my own stall (or have one built, let’s be real), and convert all my formulas to a smaller scale, source ingredients…lots to do.
So, when I’m not on the road in the Airstream, I’ll be at the farmer’s market. After many many months of thinking on it, I think this will do me. It feels right, and that’s all I ask.