Let me introduce myself. My name is Tiffany and I am at the ripe age of 27 years old. I completed my Bachelor's in Psychology and worked a couple years as a therapist with a great company. The job was terrific. Being with my clients was rewarding and my coworkers and supervisors were awesome to work with, but there was a something simmering inside of me. Growing up I always enjoyed baking for friends and this continued well into college, so naturally I began bringing in baked goods to work. Slowly I was turning up the heat as I continued to bake for other gatherings. I began focusing on specific recipes, like red velvet cupcakes and mini cheesecakes, tweeking the ingredients or the techniques with each batch. I would anxiously ask for feedback, having people compare one product from the last ones they tried, or had friends taste-test a tray of samples each baked at different temperatures, baking times, etc. More and more the passion boiled on inside of me.
Then, on my birthday I received a baking book as a gift. It was formatted more like a culinary textbook rather than a recipe book. I eagerly shuffled through the pages, examining the pictures of decadent desserts and the detailed techniques on how to create them. The passion inside me boiled over into a sweet, syrupy mess! More questions popped into my head and I Google'd for answers, went on forums, Yelp'd up bakeries for me to visit and try their goodies. A month later, I took my very first trip to New York City. Bakeries and cafes galore! I was struck by the sheer amount of talent & creativity. Every smll busniess was able to put their own stamp of flavors in their baked goods. Watching them work, tasting their sweets, admiring their drive, I was inspired. And for the first time in my life, I immediately said with confidence, "I can do that. I WANT to do that."
After my NYC vacation, things began to settle down back home. I went back to my job, back to my everyday simply content lifestyle... but I was changed. There was a weight in my heart, as if something was sitting on my chest and holding me back. I searched my soul and found that it was ME. My own fears were holding me back. After realizing this, I braced myself and I took the leap: I quit my job and moved back in with my family. Scary? Nerve-wracking?... sure. But not as frightening as the thought of me not trying, not willing to put on my apron and see where this path will take me. So here I am. Walk with me, I am sure you will get something sweet out of it :)
