it all started as a simple thing but hard from the inside. Being taught by your parent is more harder than being taught by someone else.

I started by using a self-raising flour. Simple scones was a hard thing by then. All the shouting and yelling was the only thing I could hear. The thought of doing wrong was a side thing at that moment.

All I had in mind was to prove her wrong that I can make it after all the yelling and the pressure she had brought. It all turned out perfect and fine. All the ingredients and the methods of baking was all I could think of for the that whole summer.

I was given a task to bake for my grandpa, guess what everything was a mess. the dough was watering it was not smooth or even thick. I tried everything I could to thicken things but all was a mess. Guess what I did? I introduced cornstarch to the mixture and “bingo” everything settled and I could continue wit the baking.

“Everything starts at lower grounds.”

Then x-mas came, I had to prepare 24 cups of flour, can you imagine!!. I did my best and everything was set to their right full place :- first things to do, mix dry ingredients, then mix the other rest in a different bowl, then mix the liquid mixtures into the dry mixtures.