I grew up in a Cuban/Colombian household. As far back as I can remember I have loved working with my hands. I remember sitting by my grandmother as she tried to teach me to embroider and crochet. At 11 years old I learned to sew and fell in love with how quickly a new “designer” outfit would come together and all the details I was able to incorporate… my mother fell in love with how inexpensive it was!

People ask me sometimes if the recipes I use are family recipes that have been passed down. To that I have to answer…ummh…no, mom was not a baker. My mother grew up eating all the cake and candy she wanted; consequently she also spent much of her time at the dentist. So in an effort to maintain our dental health in our house you would rarely find desserts of any kind. We were probably the only household in Miami, better known as “Little Havana”, without sugar!  Cubans are known for their love of all things sweet, how could we not have any?! As I got older if I wanted something sweet I would have to make it myself… and so began my love affair with baking.

Eventually my two loves would cross paths when I discovered cakes could be decorated with sugar versions of some of the dress maker details I loved so much… ribbons, bows, ruffles, embroidery, buttons… et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.  This has become my favorite creative outlet… this has become my labor of love.