Hello! This is my UNC writing supplement, which I'm planning on submitted for EA this Sunday. Let me know of any grammar issues, poor sentence structures, etc. Thank you!
After hours of baking, I come to such a critical moment, and suddenly I'm struck with a vision of a beautiful lace design; the finely woven strings of black royal icing on top of a smooth white fondant will give the cake a very simple, yet elegant appearance. I make a batch of icing, steady my hand, then get to work on the intricate design that I'm envisioning. Finally after over an hour of detailed piping, I look at my completed cake and am overjoyed by how well it turned out.
Although it now seems so natural to be baking and decorating cakes, I remember when the idea was quite foreign to me. Growing up in a family that abides by rather stringent gender roles, I hesitated to explore my curiosity for baking. However, driven by an insatiable desire to bake, I stepped out of this gender structure and discovered an incredible talent and passion of mine.
From the moment I completed my first cake, I knew that I was in love with baking. Albeit, the cake itself had a grainy texture and a certain unappetizing taste, and the decoration of the cake looked like the masterpiece of an inartistic two year old; however, these factors were irrelevant because all that mattered was the joy I experienced while creating the cake. After coming to the stark realization that my cake was terrible, my spare time became engulfed by learning new recipes, reading cake magazine, watching cake decorating videos on YouTube, and even enjoying a bit of Cake Boss.
After many a bad tasting cake, I began to perfect my cake recipes; I figured out the correct ratios of ingredients, then searched high and low for the perfect brands of flour, sugar, eggs, and flavoring, that give my cakes a wonderful and unique taste. Next I began to refine my decorating skills; I spent hours on end learning new techniques, researching creative ideas, and practicing designs whenever I could. Finally after months of baking, my cakes acquired such a heavenly taste and alluring appearance that an influx of people began to request my cakes; and thus began my cake business.
The money that comes along with my business merely helps me buy ingredients and invest in new equipment, but the real reason I bake is to express myself and display who I am through my cakes. The cake I've just finished reflects the intricacy and complexity of my personality, while other cakes I've done, such as a bunny shaped cake, reflect the more fun and creative parts of me. All of my cakes are me; they reflect my passions, dreams, desires, and cares; my cakes are an outward reflection of who I am and who I aspire to be. It's crazy to think that a love for desserts led to such an intense passion and a wonderful opportunity to express myself.
After hours of baking, I come to such a critical moment, and suddenly I'm struck with a vision of a beautiful lace design; the finely woven strings of black royal icing on top of a smooth white fondant will give the cake a very simple, yet elegant appearance. I make a batch of icing, steady my hand, then get to work on the intricate design that I'm envisioning. Finally after over an hour of detailed piping, I look at my completed cake and am overjoyed by how well it turned out.
Although it now seems so natural to be baking and decorating cakes, I remember when the idea was quite foreign to me. Growing up in a family that abides by rather stringent gender roles, I hesitated to explore my curiosity for baking. However, driven by an insatiable desire to bake, I stepped out of this gender structure and discovered an incredible talent and passion of mine.
From the moment I completed my first cake, I knew that I was in love with baking. Albeit, the cake itself had a grainy texture and a certain unappetizing taste, and the decoration of the cake looked like the masterpiece of an inartistic two year old; however, these factors were irrelevant because all that mattered was the joy I experienced while creating the cake. After coming to the stark realization that my cake was terrible, my spare time became engulfed by learning new recipes, reading cake magazine, watching cake decorating videos on YouTube, and even enjoying a bit of Cake Boss.
After many a bad tasting cake, I began to perfect my cake recipes; I figured out the correct ratios of ingredients, then searched high and low for the perfect brands of flour, sugar, eggs, and flavoring, that give my cakes a wonderful and unique taste. Next I began to refine my decorating skills; I spent hours on end learning new techniques, researching creative ideas, and practicing designs whenever I could. Finally after months of baking, my cakes acquired such a heavenly taste and alluring appearance that an influx of people began to request my cakes; and thus began my cake business.
The money that comes along with my business merely helps me buy ingredients and invest in new equipment, but the real reason I bake is to express myself and display who I am through my cakes. The cake I've just finished reflects the intricacy and complexity of my personality, while other cakes I've done, such as a bunny shaped cake, reflect the more fun and creative parts of me. All of my cakes are me; they reflect my passions, dreams, desires, and cares; my cakes are an outward reflection of who I am and who I aspire to be. It's crazy to think that a love for desserts led to such an intense passion and a wonderful opportunity to express myself.
