I don’t think anyone would actually believe how long it actually took me to finish my cookbook. I just couldn’t seem to get it right. I would think that I was finished and then bam, I would find yet another change to make. At some point you just have to feel satisfied with the end result and just stop. After 13 trial runs, I’m finally there!
The true joy of creating this cookbook was in the process. Sometimes I wish that people could have peeked in my window and seen me doing all of the busy work that went into producing the book as opposed to just the end result of holding the cookbook in their hands. I wish I could translate the euphoria I felt in writing recipes, cooking and baking away, dishes scattered everywhere and a camera within an arm’s length away at all times running in and out of my house to capture the “moment”. That’s really where the true joy of this project lies.
I know that all the readers just really want to see the end product and take a peek at it but I just have to tell you that what ultimately mattered to me most was the journey of the process and what it did to my spirit. It lifted me in ways that are indescribable.
I just wish that I had had the courage to share more of the creative process with everyone along the way. Why didn’t I? Well, because I was frankly scared to open my heart that way and let everyone in to see what I was doing. I had a lot of self doubt since I didn’t have the implied credentials of people who write cookbooks, other than a true love for baking and cooking and a true desire to master the craft of photography. So, even though it took me the whole process of finishing the cookbook to realize that, I just have to remember that it is never too late to share and so my journey down that path begins. Lesson learned!