There’s no feeling quite like knowing that there is a
celebration coming up which requires cake. Part of my overly-enthusiastic love
for Christmas is the quantity of dessert it requires me, the resident pastry
chef, to make for various gatherings and parties. You should’ve seen the cakes I
spammed my Facebook friends with last year.
Or maybe not. Secondary sugar rush is a serious thing.
I am also happy to make desserts for any other occasion conceivable
(trust me—there is no low I won’t sink to if it means I get to make cake); I’ve
made cakes for neighbors and schoolteachers and the pseudo-“tea parties” my
friends and I would have (and given that we are all avid tea
drinkers,
it is quite fitting).
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