The Start

So I finally did it. After years of making cakes for friends and family I letting my quiet talent out of the bag. When you first meet me I am, or at least I try, or should I say have tried to present myself as a pulled together mom, wife, corporate go to gal. However, this image has changed over the last few years. Early in life I was so focused on my career I did not allow myself to truly enjoy my role as a wife and mom or my talent.  Making cakes was just something I did and casually made comments like-- "oh, I just whipped this out." Now, I am still in the corporate world, but first and foremost I am a wife to an amazing man and mom to an amazing daughter. I have had the pleasure of making cakes and cupcakes for both.

Continuing to make cakes over the past few years has taught me grace- to loose my sense of perfectionism that has haunted me my entire life. Trust me, it still creeps up on me, but now I am making cakes because I enjoy the process, they are an expression of my artistic side given to me by my parents which I have spent the greater part of my adult life trying to snuff out. If my daughter comes wondering into the kitchen at 5:00 am-- yes we are both early risers and yes that is when I do my baking most of the time because I still do have my corporate job--and pokes her finger into the fondant which has happened more than once I know I can cover it-- a few years ago I would have yelled and given a time out. I know she just wants to help her mom.

My first cake was for a young family-- it represented so many firsts--- a little girl's first birthday, my first time working with fondant, my first time making a two tiered cake. Yes, a took a job never having opened a package of fondant or taking a formal cake class. The cake turned out fine, but looking back more than six years later, I see a cake the represents perfectionism by the harlequin pattern. They wanted a princess cake-- I would go so many other places now--however, not to bad for my first effort.