From when I could hold a spatula to sharing my food on a video channel.

My first memory of baking dates back to when I was in kindergarten. I was my mom's helper when she made Chiffon cakes. I still remember the round cake tins and the eggy, vanilla smell of the cake batter—one of the best smells ever.

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Looking back, that was probably the start of my journey.

Smelling cake batter became a little ritual; it was my litmus test to see if I'd mixed everything correctly. 

I remember baking on weekends, specifically in the afternoon because that was when I had the kitchen to myself.