The Baker Who Plans...Bakes Longest.

I am beginning to understand why so many bakeries fail.

This is not just about beautiful cakes or sugar flowers that look real.

My first gum paste iris

This is about business.  It’s about money.  It’s about time and energy and research and planning and counseling. 

There is no way you can just jump into a full fledged bakery.  Well, I mean there is.  It’s like my English teacher used to say – the paper is due on Friday.  You don’t HAVE to turn it in on Friday, but if you want the points, if you want to pass the class, you’d best bust your butt and get that paper in her hand ON Friday.  But it’s up to you.  Because there is such a thing as free will.

I have the freedom to be a total idiot and put the cart before the horse.  I have the freedom to take my time and make wise decisions.  After all, a bakery risks far more than my grade in Classic Literature.  It risks my emotional well-being, my reputation, my time, my dream, and most importantly, the livelihood of my family.

 

Make no mistake, I love to create beautiful cakes.  But I’m not doing this for my own amusement.  I’m doing it to hone a marketable skill, one that will possibly pay for braces, cars and universities.  I’m doing this because I love my family and I am compelled to reach for something more than I can grasp.

That is why I am researching FDA regulations, Health Department codes, forcing my introverted self to network and  in the meantime doing everything I can to keep my skills fresh and my butter cream smooth.

If I don’t plan, I will fail.  If I do plan…I still might fail.  But I am compelled to try. 

Now…where was I in that ISDH code book…appendix B?  Subarticle 28…ah yes…