I don't remember my first bite of chocolate cake. I wish I did, because I bet it was delicious. It was probably for my second or third birthday, when my parents made me a chocolate cake with The Little Mermaid on top. Or maybe it was a cake my Yia Yia made for Easter, shaped and frosted as a bunny. All I know is that I am a chocolate cake-aholic. I have no shame.
Growing up, my grandma and my mom made the best chocolate chip cookies imaginable. Gooey and chocolatey and just delicious. My friends would come over and eat them all up. My brother's friends would take them from the freezer and polish off the entire tin. Friends from Massachusetts still talk about them, and friends in Connecticut still ask for them. They're famous in three states. It's a fact.
I have been cooking and baking my way through life for three full years now. I grew up around food-- grandparents are Greek and French and always stuck to their roots in terms of food, and I always loved eating it all but never really knew how much I loved creating it until after college. It started with cooking, then it grew into baking. Then I decided to take my passion for color coordinating, scrap booking and event planning and mix it with my baking. So I made a few cake pops for my brother's graduation party. They were messy and as I look back on them, they were ugly. But wow... they tasted like heaven. Moist, chocolate heaven. And so it began...
I got my Bachelor's Degree in Communications with a focus on Marketing, and though I work full time, something was missing. I found myself dreaming of my next edible creation while sitting at my desk creating spreadsheets. I had to immerse myself in my new found passion. So I enrolled in culinary school, and though I am taking it slow, I will be fully accredited when I finish. No rush though, I have no concrete plans.
My dream would be to open a catering business. I want to create gorgeous baked goods for parties. I want to make dessert tables for little girls' Princess themed parties. I want to make gorgeous cakes for a bridal shower... and I want to make people smile when they see something beautiful created JUST for them..
And that's why I've created this blog. So many people ask why I don't write a blog to share my photos and passion, and I've never had an answer as to why I haven't created one. Writing was always another passion of mine, and I think I need an outlet. A place to write to the world about what it's like being a "twenty-something" young woman of the "Generation Y"... broke, buried in college debt, living at home, and trying to find where I fit in this giant world of craziness. I have no idea what I am doing yet, but I do know that when I am in the kitchen, whipping three pounds of butter into delicious butter cream frosting, I feel content. When I touch the top of a double chocolate cake, fresh out of the oven and it springs back, I feel satisfaction. When I deliver a tray of cake pops with small baby faces on them and see the expectant mother almost in tears, I no longer feel like that lost twenty-something girl...I feel like I am right where I need to be. It snaps be back to reality and reminds me that I need to take this life "one sweet bite at a time."
The good buttons and red stripe of the Marine uniform and the glitzy pearls of a wedding dress, all edible and ready for admiration!
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