Some of my favorite memories are of wonderful white cakes filled with pineapple that my Mom would get for our birthdays from a local baker. Unfortunately, my Mom didn’t bake, even though her father had been a professional baker. Less delicious, but more humorous, are the memories of my Dad in the kitchen, determined to create perfection from a box of cake mix. Not necessarily one to follow the directions, the failed result was always the same but the process was an adventure for him.
Maybe because of those memories, early on I began a love of cake, and to this day there is nothing I would rather eat. I must have been blessed with the ability to grasp the principles of baking and with way more patience than my Dad, or perhaps pastry-affinity skipped a generation, because my results are usually more successful. All of the cakes and pastries we offer come from recipes I’ve developed in my search for Cake Nirvana.