Years ago, baking was a regular weekly event in our home, though as the years passed, travel took over, and the waistlines grew, so out went the baking until now. The current baking journey idea originated with the Squire dropping axiomatic hints about how lovely it would be to have home-baked treats. How could I say no? Well, quite quickly, when I thought of how I really didn’t want my waistline to expand anymore. Then I rationalised that my fears of expanding waistlines were unjustified as I partake in group and individual sports on a daily/weekly basis. Indeed, so surely, baking and me could once again become a heavenly duo and produce an abundance of sweetness with no angst on my part. Of course, we can. Scurrying down that rabbit hole of overthinking again, I came across another glitch that needed to be addressed; what would I do with the surplus, as there are only enough sweet treats a man can eat in a week.
Good Bitches Baking
In Wellington, 2014, two good friends got together over a drink, they formulated a recipe using a pinch of adversity, a spoonful of kindness in wanting to create a kinder world, then added a dollop of wanting to give others a treat during an otherwise tough day. Stir this all together and bake. The result?
A recipe for creating a successful charity.
GBB continues to expand with Chapters throughout New Zealand with literally thousands of volunteers on their rosters. The Tauranga branch has a waiting list of eager bakers, of which I was one until now. As of May, I’ve been given a chance to contribute my baking. I found out about this organisation by accident, and I am so pleased to have found an outlet for my excess baking. There are more reasons for being involved. We’ve all had shitty tough days, and I’m sure we all remember how grateful we were and how rejuvenating it was to have a good deed sprinkled on us. It gave me that all needed burst of energy to get through another tiring day. I have been practising and have a few willing guinea pigs during these past months. Baking is rewarding when you see the smiles (or not when they realise I’ve been too adventurous with the recipe’s ingredients, and it hasn’t all gone to plan). That’s the fun of it, create, be creative, get out of your comfort zone, share your baking with strangers and know that kindness is contagious.
Let the Baking begin