I've given to charity and aided with fundraising before, but this time I wanted to do more as an individual. To give more to the Palestinians. Without any prevalent source of income however, (excluding student loans and bank of mum and dad!) I felt that utilising my baking skills to singlehandedly raise money would help me achieve this.
After all, food is a universal language.
The Palestine-Israel conflict; we've all heard about it on the news and read about it in the papers, it's not easy to ignore. The majority of us have been effected by the horrific images plastered all over the internet of harmless children laying on the bombed remains of Gaza: unworthy of being labelled as their deathbed. Most of us feel for the victims of Israel's rockets, the innocent civilians who live every moment in caution.
Indeed, there are other wars going on, others in dire need. But when you hear of this war, when you specifically see an image of a group of Israelis gathered to cheer the bombings in Gaza - composed against an image of an injured child clutching onto a paramedic, desperately crying for it's father, you know something needs to be done, pronto.
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You've only got to be human to know that what's going on in Gaza right now is simply, well...inhumane.
And so, came the challenge: making macarons in mass.
I decided on making macarons because they're not widely available in my city, thus believed they would be popular. It also meant that I'd be able to customise the packaging. I really enjoyed adding dainty little ribbons and colourful tissue paper, you know, just giving it that personal touch. It was actually quite exciting for me (sad I know).
Where do I even start with these babies though? If anyone has read my post: Temperamental Twats: The Macaron, or has attempted to make them themselves, you'd know exactly how difficult they can be. Macarons require time, effort and a certain level of patience to produce. The most I had previously made was for my sibling's henna-do. Let's just say, post-do I was renamed the "macaron monster."
I went a little bit mental and vowed, never again.
I knew my insanity would reach to a higher level this time round. Perfectionist problems! And I was somewhat correct.
This time, I think it was mainly tiredness from fasting, being in the kitchen baking for other occasions and incorrect calculations of ingredients that made it all the more strenuous. It made me realise how poor I am at math (there's a reason why I study English) and I might have overestimated how many I'd make per day, discounting failed batches.
As exciting as it was, it was daunting too. I had a batch that cracked, a batch that took forever to cook, as prior to this, I had 3 test runs which were all perfect! Usually when baking on the whim, my goods turns out fine, but in mass these just weren't meeting my normal standards. What if no one liked them? I had many worries, but I reminded myself that people would acknowledge that their money wouldn't have gone to waste, helping me get back in the groove.
I managed to make roughly 600 shells in three different flavours! Raspberry cheesecake, salted caramel with semi dark chocolate and white chocolate ganache with coconut. I just felt that these were 'universal' flavours, giving slightly more than your average stand-alone filling, whilst suiting a range of taste buds.
I'm glad many enjoyed their assorted boxes and expressed their favourite flavours! Those of you reading this who bought my macarons, helped me to spread the word or gave me advice, thank you so much - I cannot express that enough!
Ultimately, my motive for blogging this particular experience is to share what I learnt. Initially, I didn't think I would learn anything, (apart from that I often have a tendency to go mental.) But I learnt a lot. Especially personal 'realisations':
- I learnt that if I put my mind to something and believe in myself, I CAN do it.
- I learnt how lucky I am to have a roof over my head, to have food on my plate, to be able to walk out of my house without any anxieties of being bombed.
- I learnt that raising money to give to those who are in urgent need of it - to help and give to others - brings on this, I can't explain, this inner sense of happiness. This specific instance gave me a lot of that - just knowing that you've possibly made a huge difference to someone's life. Or saved one even.
Personally, the fact that I organised the fundraiser by myself was a great achievement alone.
I (potentially) helped a Palestinian and that in itself couldn't give me more internal peace than I have needed to experience in a long while.
Dainty Cook x
I decided on making macarons because they're not widely available in my city, thus believed they would be popular. It also meant that I'd be able to customise the packaging. I really enjoyed adding dainty little ribbons and colourful tissue paper, you know, just giving it that personal touch. It was actually quite exciting for me (sad I know).
Where do I even start with these babies though? If anyone has read my post: Temperamental Twats: The Macaron, or has attempted to make them themselves, you'd know exactly how difficult they can be. Macarons require time, effort and a certain level of patience to produce. The most I had previously made was for my sibling's henna-do. Let's just say, post-do I was renamed the "macaron monster." I went a little bit mental and vowed, never again.
I knew my insanity would reach to a higher level this time round. Perfectionist problems! And I was somewhat correct.
This time, I think it was mainly tiredness from fasting, being in the kitchen baking for other occasions and incorrect calculations of ingredients that made it all the more strenuous. It made me realise how poor I am at math (there's a reason why I study English) and I might have overestimated how many I'd make per day, discounting failed batches.
As exciting as it was, it was daunting too. I had a batch that cracked, a batch that took forever to cook, as prior to this, I had 3 test runs which were all perfect! Usually when baking on the whim, my goods turns out fine, but in mass these just weren't meeting my normal standards. What if no one liked them? I had many worries, but I reminded myself that people would acknowledge that their money wouldn't have gone to waste, helping me get back in the groove.
I managed to make roughly 600 shells in three different flavours! Raspberry cheesecake, salted caramel with semi dark chocolate and white chocolate ganache with coconut. I just felt that these were 'universal' flavours, giving slightly more than your average stand-alone filling, whilst suiting a range of taste buds.
I'm glad many enjoyed their assorted boxes and expressed their favourite flavours! Those of you reading this who bought my macarons, helped me to spread the word or gave me advice, thank you so much - I cannot express that enough!
Ultimately, my motive for blogging this particular experience is to share what I learnt. Initially, I didn't think I would learn anything, (apart from that I often have a tendency to go mental.) But I learnt a lot. Especially personal 'realisations':
- I learnt that if I put my mind to something and believe in myself, I CAN do it.
- I learnt how lucky I am to have a roof over my head, to have food on my plate, to be able to walk out of my house without any anxieties of being bombed.
- I learnt that raising money to give to those who are in urgent need of it - to help and give to others - brings on this, I can't explain, this inner sense of happiness. This specific instance gave me a lot of that - just knowing that you've possibly made a huge difference to someone's life. Or saved one even.
Personally, the fact that I organised the fundraiser by myself was a great achievement alone.
I (potentially) helped a Palestinian and that in itself couldn't give me more internal peace than I have needed to experience in a long while.
Dainty Cook x
