WORDS OF AN EXCESSIVE BAKER: “EAT THE DAMN CAKE!” By: Chantalle Duffin
Most of us know what it’s like to be the baker, but what about being the one who lives with a baker? Who cleans the pans, takes photos and tests out the icing? Chantalle Duffin reveals all about what it’s like to live with an excessive baker.
I love to eat. I love to eat so much that I could pretty much tuck in to anything shoved in front of me without a second thought about what’s in it - questions later right? But I do start to question my love for all things that is food when I internally groan at the sight of a Kitchen Aid. I once loved cupcakes, cake and pretty much everything else that falls in the baked goods category, but now I shudder at the thought of even eating one voluntarily. I knew my life was in store for a radical change when butter, flour and icing sugar were suddenly bought in bulk (and when I say bulk, I mean in bulk). You start to question things when Costco starts becoming your weekend hang out, when various shaped baking pans and measuring spoons are left scattered throughout the house, and when every waking moment is spent discussing some sort of icing (who knew there were so many types?). Ladies and gents, welcome to the not so secret life of an excessive baker’s daughter. Living with a baker means that you suddenly become the resident photographer. You involuntarily learn about things that would otherwise hold absolutely no appeal to you, but you hold back that sigh because you want to be that supportive encouraging daughter and you don’t fancy having pans thrown at you.