It is a few days into the new year, 2018. 2017 was a very full year for me – a year full of cake. 52 cakes for the cake-a-week page, in fact. And I managed to photograph and blog about (almost) every one. I still can’t believe I did it, to be honest! For the most part, I loved every moment of baking and experimenting and sharing. Can you handle the truth? All totaled, between the cake-a-week project, other opportunities and cakes that we gave as gifts- we think I made close to 100 cakes in 2017. (Kudos to Gladys, my remarkable stand mixer who never lets me down.)
The thing is, I love to bake. I especially love baking sweets. There’s just something about serving up a yummy treat and seeing faces brighten. In a way, you might say that the end of a baking project is not when I pull it from the oven, or successfully free a cake from it’s pan. A baking project of mine is complete when I know that it has made someone’s day special.
It wasn’t that long ago, a few years I guess, that I first understood how baking could be so fulfilling. Friends of ours were down-n-out at Christmas time – no money for gifts, no tree to decorate, no extra for special treats : there was nothing. But, they didn’t tell anyone- Michael and I had no idea. That year we showed up at their door, dropped off a Coconut Rum bundt cake, wished them a Merry Christmas and left. It wasn’t until much later we came to know the truth.
Our friends told us, to our shock, that they hadn’t celebrated Christmas at all – in fact the only thing they had that Christmas Day to make it special was the cake we had brought them. Please let that sink in a moment. One cake. For so many of my friends and family – Christmas is a time of extravagance. No desire is left wanting. Food, gifts, decorations – we have everything and more. When they told us the situation, I nearly cried. However, they remembered our gift with happiness and grateful hearts.
Since then, it has become so clear to me that there are many who are surviving. They have the basic needs. But, to have something special, something made thoughtfully with love and care – that is very rare for them. You can’t imagine how my heart swells when I’m able to give a cake to someone that says, “I see you. You’re important. In fact you are so special, I made this just for you!”
Look, I know not everyone needs cake. On a list of survival necessities, cake is not there. However, there are many who need to know that someone cares about them.
What am I gonna do about this love for baking?
I’m gonna bake. I’m gonna sell cake to folks who would like to buy – and I’m gonna give cake away. It is pretty simple really. For every 5 cakes I sell, I will give a cake away – maybe to the families staying at the Ronald McDonald House, maybe to a family who needs extra care – who knows? Maybe when you buy a cake, you’ll whisper in my ear the name of someone who would benefit. I’m truly confident that God is going to show me where to give cake.
BUT, here’s what will happen first, before I get started. I’m going to host a cake-tasting open house. That’s right! For those of you who live in the area, I’ll be inviting friends and family to stop by and taste. Cake. Cake. Cake. So many of you have been a part of encouraging me about my cakes -and now I want you- really, I need you- to help me on this ever so yummy part of this cake journey. You’ll taste and tell me what your favorites are! We’ll call it market research, okay? Be watching – I’ll announce the details really soon, okay?