Do one thing that you love, and enjoy everything you do.
I did not grow up wanting to be a cook or a caterer, in fact I had no idea what I wanted to do for a career. However, from even before I can remember I did know that I loved to bake. I was a little girl who saw my mother as the Magic Queen Baker and always dreamed to be one myself.
It was simple, when I baked I was comfortable. We just fit together. When I mixed eggs, flour and baking power I knew it was up to my hands to do it right. And it all made sense, even if I was too young to actually know that the baking powder was helping the bubbles in the batter get bigger.
The comfort I felt followed me throughout elementary school when my father convinced me that by starting a cookie business I would be a millionaire by the time I was 14 (didn't happen btw). The comfort was there when I transferred high schools and ended up in my first nutrition class with Miss K, and to University when I had five assignments due but baking at 11 PM did not sound like procrastination at all.
By the time I graduated I realized that the comfortable feeling I had towards my hobby had ignited passion. I still do not know what I want to do for my career, but what I do know is that I love what I am doing right now. One day I still might grow up to be a Magic Queen Baker like my mother, but today I am just as happy being, A.R.T. Creation's Owner, Cook, Coordinator and BAKER.
It does not matter who you are or where you live, it just makes sense to eat organic.
There has been something bothering me for the past couple of weeks and it all started because I wanted a muffin.
Amazing, I love muffins and I love to bake muffins. Above all I love it when all of the ingredients I need are right in front of me. (especially when I am baking at a friends).
Perfectly overripe bananas, b. powder, flour, b. soda, and butter to name a few ingredients. However, the ingredients that concerned me were the eggs. The recipe called for two eggs (two egg yolks and two egg whites), so as instructed I pulled two from the large carton (at least 24 eggs).
At first it did not faze me that they were plump eggs. I mean those eggs were huge, I had one egg in each hand. I cracked one on the side and plop 2 yolks were in the bowl.
Confused, I looked back at the other egg and realized its robust size. I took a clean bowl and a couple more eggs and began the experiment. I cracked all of the eggs, and to my disgust, two after another plopped into the bottom of the bowl, making me a little more uneasy after each.
I wondered if anyones else's carton was full of doubled eggs or if anyone had even noticed. To my understanding if this was considered "wrong" but the general public I would not have been standing at my friends counter suddenly not wanting a muffin anymore.
Whether it was a genetic modification, mutation or bad conditions, something was not right with the chickens that laid those eggs. If you are someone who does not think there is something OFF about this, I wonder what else you are eating.
My roommate in university, Autumn Ladouceur believed that there was something wrong and by speaking to other students, Humber is now the first college in Ontario to switch over to free-range eggs. As a vegan she does not even eat eggs, but now she knows that the eggs are coming from healthy chicken's with healthy living conditions.
Free-Range and Organic eggs are available at local grocery stores and farmers markets.
Situations such as the "egg incident" have led me to believe that eating and creating organic...just makes sense.