I was born with a sweet tooth and had the cavities to prove it.
When I was little my Mother taught me how to swim. Things were going along great but I wouldn’t put my head underwater and dive. My Mother tried everything, coins to take advantage of any lurking greed, toys for the fun times… Nothing worked. Until one day she put M&M’s on the bottom of the pool. Bingo. I dove like a fish to grab my treasure and promptly popped them in my mouth before they could be taken away for fear of chlorine ingestion. And that’s how it started…
My Mother and Grandmother, whom I called Honey, taught me how to cook. My Mother lovingly letting me destroy the kitchen (I’m an incredibly messy cook.) in the name of poppy seed cakes, peach cobbler, and the best chocolate pie I have ever tasted. Honey was a little less impressed with the mess but still braved my, “but I want to do it!” attitude.
They both made killer desserts. I have a carrot cake recipe that makes people act unnatural. The recipe has been modified and added to from one of Honey’s 1963 cookbooks.
So as a result, I’m a touch picky about my desserts. There is nothing worse than that first bite of mediocrity after you’ve made the decision to splurge on a sweet treat. And that’s how this blog was born. Let me do the legwork for you!
Here’s to our sweet adventure!