The earliest memory I have of baking a cake was this fluffy yellow thing my younger sister and I made for my father’s birthday. Unfortunately for him, the beater actually broke while we were using the mixer. He was the unsuspecting recipient of the metal surprise. Luckily no teeth were harmed then and none since.
As a pseudo grownup, I started making cakes for my kids’ birthdays. It has become a very special part of the birthday celebration. In 2010, my younger sister was planning her wedding I apparently “volunteered” to make her wedding cake. (I blame it on the French wine)
I live in Oak Park, Illinois and am ready to help make a fun cake for you.