But my first carrot cake attempt? It came out with a huge crack on top and was cooked on the outside but completely soggy inside. Straight to the dustbin. As if it had never existed. And being the stoic Asian that I am, I calmly thought, Nope, baking is not for me.
Fast forward to a lazy afternoon, when an idea hit me like a sugar rush: He-Brews. I imagined opening a cafe where people could come not just for cake and coffee, but for encouragement. You’d walk in and be refreshed, not just by what’s on the menu, but by the Word of God subtly tucked into every nook and cranny—on the walls, in the decor. No heavy scripture references, just uplifting verses from The Message translation to lift people's spirits.
One of the dreams was to offer something no other cafe had- a space where people who felt invisible or lonely (like that man I once saw sipping two cups of coffee for hours with no one to talk to) could find connection. And as for the cakes? Well, they’d be different, too. They’d be the cakes you couldn’t help but finish, not too sweet, but melt-in-your-mouth perfect. The kind of cake that’s hard to share.
I had a few friends, like my sisters, Esther and Deborah #behencode, who blew my mind with their baking wizardry. She was the kind of person who could whip up something sweet out of the tiniest stash of ingredients—seriously, she once made a whisk at home by sticking two forks together! Watching her reminded me of the Bible story where a woman, with just a few ingredients, served the prophet, and her pantry never went empty. Baking is a bit like that—magic. It takes a little from a lot, and with patience (and a solid recipe), it turns into something beautiful.
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