I remember when I was in primary school we used have a number of bake sales throughout the year. I can't quite remember why we had them but I do have memories of me and my mum sat in the kitchen cooking up a storm, making a complete mess as well as sweet smelling treats that I proudly placed on the bake sale table next to all the other cakes. After we moved to Nigeria for a bit we never did any more baking which kind of sucked but I quickly got over it as, I guess, I was easily distracted back then. Fast forward a little more than a dozen years - the vain version of me weeps at the thought of getting older- and the desire to bake has done more than make itself at home in my hands, mind and heart. It has given me yet another creative outlet that fills me with so much joy, inspiration, confidence and energy that it renders the happiness-draining power of all the crappy things happening in my life powerless.