Bienvenue à l’atelier de Stephanie! (Welcome to Stephanie’s workshop!)
My Parisian kitchenette doesn’t quite make the cut for the Oxford dictionary’s definition for a “kitchen”. I barely have enough space to prepare and bake a simple sponge cake. Whether it be a simple genoise sponge or an elaborate Opéra I needed space… And preferably lots of it! In order to satisfy my baking addiction, the dining room became an extension of the ‘kitchen’. With my baking tools and equipment lined up, recipes, handwritten notes and brain storming scribbles scattered beside my macaron ingrédients, my dining area started to resemble something a little more like a workshop. From that moment on L’atelier de Stephanie was born.
I have always found it nerve wrecking to write blogs because you never know who’s out there reading about your life and possibly criticising your content. Without letting my worries get the better of me plus the abundance of encouragement from family and friends to create one…here it is. My very first blog to showcase my kitchen productions (from home and school), experiments and projects to share with all at home and beyond.
Before wrapping up my first post, I just wanted to share this quote from a 2006 movie, which many may be familiar with, Paris je t’aime. I can’t describe my new beginning here any better than this:
“Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.”
– Paris, je t’aime, 2006