About Me

Welcome to Jo Blogs Jo Bakes (of course just “Jo Blogs” was taken by the time I figured out what on earth a “weblog” was).  This is the blog of a girl and her love of creating in the kitchen.  A lot of cake was eaten in the creation of this blog.  Plenty of “real food” for Hungry Hubby was snaffled too, so fear not those without a sweet tooth.

Aged 5 all I wanted to be was a paleontologist.

Aged 12 I begged to be allowed to go to ballet school.  I never got there.

Aged 16 I pleaded to do a fifth A-level in Art.  My bloo-meanie teachers said no.  I doodled the rest of my teens away.

Aged 17 a friend suggested “dentistry seems a nice job”.  So I became one.

Aged 18 I realised there was more to dentistry than just teeth.  The soft tissues were far more exciting as were the diseases which affected them.  A vocation beckoned.

Aged 23 I got a job as “just a dentist”.  Drilling and filling was not for me.  So I got myself a job in a hospital.  And that is where I stayed.

Aged 24 I got my crayons out once more and got myself an Art A-level in my spare time.  Such that it was.  I drew the artwork for my blog.

Aged 27 I went to medical school.  I baked a lot of cakes.  I won a few friends and influenced a few people with them.  (Apart from the time I dropped a pan of cupcakes on a consultant’s shiny shoes and crisply pressed trousers.  That isn’t on my CV).

Aged 29 I married my darling Hungry Hubby.  I wore a gown that cascaded to the floor from snow white to the palest pink and made a 7 tier tower of amaretto cupcakes which mirrored my gown.

Aged 31 I became a doctor.  The acute medical madness peaked. One more year hurtling through the dark tunnel towards the faint glimmer of light that would be The Dream Job that felt far longer than the 13 years leading to it.  I ate cake on those dark days.

Aged 32 it all fell into place.  I felt that distant tunnel glow as warm and intense as the Caribbean sun on my shoulders as I emerged through to the other side.  The Dream Job was mine.  We packed up our bags and moved to a town more a collection of villages than the Big City me and my stiletto collection were accustomed to.  I bought wellies.
Hungry Hubby found us our beautiful home.  We call it the Apple Chapel.  We created a cake together in it’s honour.

And that’s where we are today.  Happily (appley?) ever after in our Apple Chapel.  Who knows what adventures await us now.

Medics are told they must work hard but play harder to preserve a sense of sanity in their lives – this is the vanilla scented, butter smudged, flour-powdered side to my psyche. I welcome you to my world 😀