Way, way back when I first started this here blog, I talked about some of the first cakes I ever
made—one of which was a Boston cream pie. This was also the first time I made my own
birthday cake. We now remember it as the beginning of my long-lasting addiction
to all things baking as well as my newfound cake snobbery. It’s not scratch-made,
by hand, with loving care and local milk? Not going to let that peasantry grace my delicate palate.