Imagine Baking Novels & Stories

"one caramel pudding plz" another order is there, so soon. Nowadays there are lot more customers and visitors in my cafe. Me and mom opened the cafe called "BAKE MY LOVE" because my mom loved baking and she only taught me amazing recipes which are still bringing happiness to me. Most of the teenagers visit the cafe , there are books, perfect music and of course perfect food. they say this is the perfect place to relax. But day by day my schedule is getting hectic. .

As we made our way to the back of the shop, where the magic truly happened, Grandma took in every detail with a keen eye. The kitchen was a hive of activity. The bakers were hard at work, rolling dough, mixing batters, and carefully decorating pastries. The air was thick with the mouthwatering scents of freshly baked bread, sweet cinnamon, and rich chocolate. The ovens hummed softly in the background, a comforting sound that spoke of endless possibilities and delicious creations.

I can’t get lazy. I knead dough hard, let frustration go with each push. Baking is therapy for me. Science says baking lowers stress and gives you a feeling of control . I feel that control in my hands now. I whisk eggs, grind sugar and butter for cake , lining them in pans. I focus on this moment. Baking forces me to be here. To forget the fear that I’ll run out of money. To forget the thought of being alone again. A timer buzzes. I slide trays in. My hands are busy. My heart is steady.

If Stefan could just stay in New York forever, I might remember what it’s like to breathe without flinching. Margaret has become my quiet refuge, between her motherly presence and our baking lessons, I have found a strange kind of therapy in flour, butter, and sugar. Since I’m not allowed to leave the house, I fill my days with recipes, sketching designs that will never leave these four walls, and baking cookies. I’ll probably never serve to a man who refuses to touch anything that didn’t come from his five star chef. This afternoon, the scent of vanilla and warm chocolate fills the kitchen as I pull a tray from the oven. Margaret claps her hands, beaming.

“I know…it’s just that I had this image in my head of baking with him, with all our kids, one day.” “Baking is different – easy if you don’t want to do anything too complicated. Get a recipe on the internet and follow it. How do you think I learned?” We make small talk while I prepare the ingredients for supper and start to prep the food. It’s a pleasant way to pass the evening, despite the fact that I have no strong feelings about it. Willow nurses Adare where she sits, laughing and joking with me until he’s done, then disappears to put him to bed.

Our boss smiled, nodded her head, and left us behind. "Come, Athena, Wear your hair net, apron, and gloves. You measure and weigh all the ingredients written in this paper. We will bake all of that today. After that, you can help us take out the cake from the oven, and I'll teach you how to put the icing on and design it." Bom said. I smiled and nodded my head. I wear my hair net, apron, and gloves and quickly start working. I finished weighing and measuring all the ingredients after two hours while Bom and Claire were busy mixing and baking cake, as well as bread and different kinds of sweets. I'm eager to learn how to bake all that sweet.

Why does my kitchen look like it has been bombed by the government? I winced and grinned sheepishly, lifting my hand in my hair and getting some batter in the strands. " Sorry, I'm trying to bake a cake for Bailey's birthday tomorrow." Mom eyes snapped to mine in surprise and then she roamed her gaze over the countertop and flinched. " Kaleb." " Hmm?" I winced.

My pussy clenched. Crap, I probably should have given this more thought. He had a lot more experience than I did. My inner bitch flicked her hair. But we've got more experience with...baking. And what are we doing tonight? BAKING! We're going to bake enough treats to make the Amatucci soldiers need a diet program. Then we're going to tease our man until he begs. He'll come first and he'll finally know who holds the power in this relationship.

She didn't waite for his response and just dragged him along with her. The kitchen was medium-sized, sculptured with only three sets of cupboard on the wall and a long table. The atmosphere around them scented like curries and the baking ingredients. Candy lined up all the baking contents on the kitchen unit; the flour, sugar, baking powder, flavours of vanilla and strawberry, the nutmeg, sweet peppers and others.

I start writing a list of child-friendly things that could be made using the benches in the café as workstations and once I have ten things I am happy with I move on to my next option. This would be for older kids and people just starting out with baking. I try to think of easy recipes that can be made without the need for a mixer, using just a bowl instead, and once have a few things in mind I move on to my final option; the masterclasses. I decide that these will be aimed at adults mostly who can already bake basic sponges and cakes but want to try more complicated recipes. These would need to be in the evenings once the café was shut so that I could set up proper workstations complete wit