The Beginning of a Fresh Baked Blog
Dreams. We all have them. My mom would always tell me we would run a bakery together. I thought she was a little nut-so at the time. I was little. I wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, singer - anything, but a baker. Funny how things change. College. Somewhere while studying to become an actuary (a numbers scientist) I felt a gravitational pull toward the kitchen. Was it my memories of baking with my mom? Was it my dad's entrepreneurial mindset rubbing off on me? I don't know, but it didn't take long for me to accept that calling and change my major to Business Management. Why not culinary arts? My mom would always tell me that culinary school is a waste I can learn from watching, trying, and trying and trying again. "The little engine that could. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can." She would say while flipping the donuts or folding the kouchen. So I began my journey. Bluebird Cakery. I got my internship. I helped this startup company get off the ground and grew so much in this company I don't have enough good words to say about my mentor Kelsy Wilison. At Bluebird I learned how to effectively run a business and decorate a cake. My internship evolved to a job where I got to become the Store Manager!! NO WAY! Dreams do come true! Right? Well almost. My heart. My calling. It is not in Faribault, MN. It is in my roots where my calling was sparked. The kitchen I grew up in. The area I grew up in. That calling got stronger after I had a kid. I left my DREAM JOB and moved my little family to where my heart yearned. Fulda, MN. I grew up 4 miles west of Heron Lake, MN. Not far from Fulda. My husband grew up outside of Fulda. Most of my family has moved far away or joined God. My husband’s family is still pretty centrally located around Fulda. My heart is close enough to the farm I grew up on to be satisfied. My kids are growing up knowing their cousins. I can run a bakery anywhere right? RIGHT! Bake M.D. No, I am not a doctor. M is for MaDonna. My mom, she would plan out baking days then wake up at 2 a.m. and start. Isn’t no way anyone in their right mind will get up at 2 a.m. to bake for fun? Except my mom. So I would not join her until 8 am like a normal person. Oh, but by 8 a.m. my mom is finishing the last donuts and has the whole day done. "It's okay we can run to the store and make more." My favorite part? Handing the goodies out to neighbors, friends, relatives, complete strangers and seeing the joy sparked by our simple gesture. D is for David. My dad, he would see value in everything. He would turn nothing into something. He is my constant inspiration to create and work hard. This company is the beginning of my dreams. This page. This is where I will share my dreams with you. I will use the blog to share my experiences as I try and try and try new recipes again. I will also use this site to share my products, my decorating classes, my heart. Enjoy.