My story with baking began when I was very young.
Back in the early 2000s, my mom started learning how to bake cakes. At that time, tutorials were rare and electric mixers weren’t common, so everything—from egg whites to cream—was whisked by hand. My mom and I would take turns until our arms got tired. Somewhere between laughter and patience, our very first homemade cake came to life.
I still remember thinking, “Why does this whipped cream taste so good?”
Only later did I realize it was made with real dairy cream—while most store-bought cakes back then used non-dairy substitutes.
As baking gradually became more popular, we explored more treats together: cookies, shortbread, salted egg yolk pastries, pineapple cakes…
I was always my mom’s little helper in the kitchen, and that was when I first understood how much joy baking could bring.
I truly began baking on my own during college.
With more free time, I started experimenting with everything—tiramisu, matcha tiramisu, cupcakes, cheesecakes, mochi, cream puffs, mooncakes, pumpkin tarts, savory pastries, butter mochi…
If I craved it, I made it.
Later, I bought my first stand mixer, and that’s when my obsession with bread—especially milk loaves—began.
From loaves that barely rose to the first perfect oven spring, from failed attempts to small breakthroughs, each step felt like learning a new language spoken by dough.
Over time, I began making loaves that my friends genuinely loved—and that encouragement stayed with me.
HooRay’s Bakery began with a simple intention—
to share the joy that baking has brought me since childhood.
I love discovering how different people experience flavor, how the same recipe can feel completely different to someone else.
Every item on our menu is something I truly love, and something my friends have enjoyed as well.
Sharing that joy felt like the most natural next step.
The name “HooRay’s” carries a little piece of both of us.
My longtime username has been “hooty,” inspired by an owl-shaped, microwaveable hand warmer a close friend once brought me from the U.S. I loved the name—the “oo” even looks like an owl’s eyes—and I’ve used it for over a decade.
My boyfriend’s name is Ray.
While brainstorming bakery names, we tried combining letters and inventing new words. Then one day, he suddenly said, “hoo-ray.”
We both smiled instantly—it sounded joyful, celebratory, and full of warmth.
And that’s exactly how we hope our bakery feels to you.
Everything we make is crafted in small batches and baked fresh each day.
We know that everyone experiences flavor differently,
so your feedback truly matters to us.
It’s an essential part of what makes this baking journey meaningful.