How it all began
Aahh, the memories. That faded, vinyl Vegemite apron meant afternoons in the kitchen with my great grandma, learning the art of baking and perfecting the technique of licking the batter off every bowl, spoon and cooking utensil I could get my hands on. Not much has changed, except the size of my apron, and thankfully the hair.
These afternoons with my great grandma established my love of spending time in the kitchen. I find nothing more satisfying than seeing family and friends smile when they receive a gift of home baked goodies or when they devour something I’ve created.
My early baking adventures included making millions $3.50 selling biscuits from a fold up table out the front of our house (thanks dad), training with world class experts (my neighbour was widely known for her pikelets) and becoming an award winning baker (I have the local country show first place certificates to prove it).