Hello Everyone!
I'm so happy you are taking the time to look me up and to find out a little more about me. I've been baking for as long as I can remember. Most meaningful memories for me are linked with memories of beautiful food and, especially, cakes. My sister and I made magical chocolate chip cookies with our mom--I remember her chiding us for licking the spoons and eating more of the dough than actually went into the cookies! I remember her letting me hold the mixer when we made birthday cakes. I remember the chewy, rich brownies she whipped up for us on Sunday afternoons when the rain poured outside. I remember cinnamony, crumbly peach cobbler that my dad loves so much. I remember fluffy, decadent chocolate mousse cake my mom made for holidays--it was a rare treat that one!
For me though, it's cake. Any reason I can find to make a cake, I make one. Oh, husband, you hurt your leg? CAKE! Oh, Maeve, your tooth is loose? CAKE! Oh my, it's Wednesday? CAKE! All the better when it's a really good reason, like a birthday :) An entire day of measuring, mixing, whipping, baking, and frosting? I'm in heaven.
I am grown now and I have my own sweet daughters to whom I hope I can pass my love and obsession with baking. Their little hands gets sticky from the sugar and powdery from the flour. They love to lick the bowls after we're finished and they have the same chocolaty grins that my sister and I had when we were their ages.
I'll leave you with a photo of my beautiful girls and my latest cake. A strawberry blueberry cake with mint swiss buttercream frosting. They decided how to decorate it themselves! :)
I'm so happy you are taking the time to look me up and to find out a little more about me. I've been baking for as long as I can remember. Most meaningful memories for me are linked with memories of beautiful food and, especially, cakes. My sister and I made magical chocolate chip cookies with our mom--I remember her chiding us for licking the spoons and eating more of the dough than actually went into the cookies! I remember her letting me hold the mixer when we made birthday cakes. I remember the chewy, rich brownies she whipped up for us on Sunday afternoons when the rain poured outside. I remember cinnamony, crumbly peach cobbler that my dad loves so much. I remember fluffy, decadent chocolate mousse cake my mom made for holidays--it was a rare treat that one!
For me though, it's cake. Any reason I can find to make a cake, I make one. Oh, husband, you hurt your leg? CAKE! Oh, Maeve, your tooth is loose? CAKE! Oh my, it's Wednesday? CAKE! All the better when it's a really good reason, like a birthday :) An entire day of measuring, mixing, whipping, baking, and frosting? I'm in heaven.
I am grown now and I have my own sweet daughters to whom I hope I can pass my love and obsession with baking. Their little hands gets sticky from the sugar and powdery from the flour. They love to lick the bowls after we're finished and they have the same chocolaty grins that my sister and I had when we were their ages.
I'll leave you with a photo of my beautiful girls and my latest cake. A strawberry blueberry cake with mint swiss buttercream frosting. They decided how to decorate it themselves! :)
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