Now that I’m 58 years old I think I can say I've almost seen it all. I started helping my mother make cakes when I was a child in the fifties, and when my children were small I sold my decorated wedding cakes for side money. My children and I won many ribbons at the L.A. County Fair during the eighties which now collects dust...good memories. I went to college for my culinary degree, and this is when I fell in love with professional French cooking. After my divorce I purchased a small home which has a small kitchen, so I had no more room for my large collection of baking pans and decorating supplies. No one in my family has time to cook because they work, so I’m slowly selling off my collection I no longer use. Today I feel it’s easier to just go to Costco and let them make the cakes for my family. I’m into making cookies, candy, quick breads as gifts. I’ve lost a lot of weight, so I can no longer eat high calorie foods. I now enjoy just reading and collecting recipes.
My favorite things to cook
Cheesecakes and pies are the most requested desserts in my family. I enjoy making designer cookies, breads, soups, or anything in a crock pot or on my barbeque. But the number one thing I love to do is cook over an open fire during a campout. I enjoy a good campsite with something slowly cooking over an open fire. It brings the taste of food to a higher level.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Go swimming in the back yard as soon as you get home. When you get out of the family pool a nice open fire is ready for the hot dogs on a reshaped wire coat hanger. When the fire dies down to coals the marshmallows come out the family stories begins. It makes you want to write a book.
My cooking triumphs
I cooked and decorated a wedding cake for 450 people with no help. It took me months of planning, and in the end I slept for days after the wedding.
My cooking tragedies
Someone ordered a three tiered Wedding cake. I delivered cakes in town, but she wanted to take this cake to Vegas. I told her I was not responsible for the cake. She agreed on $75.00 which was a good deal for her and me. This cake was 2 ½ feet tall, so I reinforced the tiers with dowel wood from the top to bottom. The day came and she pulls up in my front yard with her boyfriend’s 1964 Mustang he just reconditioned. She loved the cake and paid me cash, but I warned her that cakes were hard to drive with because of traffic. As I was telling her to be careful she disregarded my warning with the roll of her eyes. She placed it in the front on the floor, but I told her it wasn’t a good spot, and again she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even four hours after she pulled away from the curb when I heard she was driving too fast and had to slam on her brakes. The cake went under the dash and all over her legs. I told her...LOL!