It's too bad you can't marry your CAKE.
(I did. I'm married to cake.)
It's the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about as I fall asleep.
Not that I sleep.
It’s always with me, even when I’m snatching a rare cake-free second to spend with my real (human) family.
That's right — somehow, I manage to raise two small humans WITHOUT feeding them cake for every meal. (This is a major accomplishment; you should be impressed.)
I'm a classically trained pastry chef, and I've worked in the restaurant industry for (cough cough) a looong time. That's where I learned to be so witty. ;)
In 2014 I started making cute little custom cakes (like these) for friends and family. Just for fun, because I missed making art, because friends don’t let friends eat a dry cake.
Then people started requesting them, paying for them, coming up with crazy ideas.
I spent the next year or so making four or five celebration cakes a week, holding down a full-time job, and running my entire business from a Facebook page. (And continuing to feed my kids vegetables and protein and NOT CAKE, thankyouverymuch.)
I made baseball cakes. I made Hello Kitty cakes. I made a Sweet Sixteen cake for a 46-year-old. I made Minecraft cakes and Fourth of July cakes and piggy cupcakes and oh so many superhero cakes.
I didn't know it at the time, but what I was really doing that year — besides wrestling fondant and studying under my cake-iest idols — was perfecting the art of making a gorgeous wedding cake.
That’s the beauty of cake art (besides, you know, the actual beauty). It’s always evolving.
Last year I learned to make geode cakes. This year I’m dancing around in a field of sugar flowers.
I’m always learning, expanding, practicing, and growing as a cake artist.
Which means that when you come to me for your wedding, 11 months away?
I’m way ahead of you.
It's the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about as I fall asleep.
Not that I sleep.
It’s always with me, even when I’m snatching a rare cake-free second to spend with my real (human) family.
That's right — somehow, I manage to raise two small humans WITHOUT feeding them cake for every meal. (This is a major accomplishment; you should be impressed.)
I'm a classically trained pastry chef, and I've worked in the restaurant industry for (cough cough) a looong time. That's where I learned to be so witty. ;)
In 2014 I started making cute little custom cakes (like these) for friends and family. Just for fun, because I missed making art, because friends don’t let friends eat a dry cake.
Then people started requesting them, paying for them, coming up with crazy ideas.
I spent the next year or so making four or five celebration cakes a week, holding down a full-time job, and running my entire business from a Facebook page. (And continuing to feed my kids vegetables and protein and NOT CAKE, thankyouverymuch.)
I made baseball cakes. I made Hello Kitty cakes. I made a Sweet Sixteen cake for a 46-year-old. I made Minecraft cakes and Fourth of July cakes and piggy cupcakes and oh so many superhero cakes.
I didn't know it at the time, but what I was really doing that year — besides wrestling fondant and studying under my cake-iest idols — was perfecting the art of making a gorgeous wedding cake.
That’s the beauty of cake art (besides, you know, the actual beauty). It’s always evolving.
Last year I learned to make geode cakes. This year I’m dancing around in a field of sugar flowers.
I’m always learning, expanding, practicing, and growing as a cake artist.
Which means that when you come to me for your wedding, 11 months away?
I’m way ahead of you.
