A Lambeth-style cake wrapped in bows and love. My friend Roelien just had her fifth baby — a little girl, after a girl and three boys. A true bookend baby, and the most peaceful little bundle you could imagine. I got to go meet her last week, and she’s perfect. There’s something so tender about a new baby when you’ve already walked the parenting road a few times. A few weeks before Esme arrived, we celebrated with a shower at Southern Baking Co. in Spring Hill. It’s a homey old ...
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Cake Story: The One That Looked Like a Meltdown, But Wasn’t
An Ice Cream Party for One Very Loved Four-Year-Old This cake was made for the sweetest little four-year-old with a big personality and a birthday party to match. Her mom has a gift for throwing these wildly creative, Pinterest-worthy celebrations and every time I’ve made a cake for them, she’s come to me with a clear vision and the kind of excitement that makes the whole process feel fun from the start. This time, the theme was "We All Scream FOUR Ice Cream." And not just any ice cream — ...
Cake Story: The One with the Flag Cake at the Cabin
A Fourth of July Memory Baked into a Sheet Pan I’ve made a lot of cakes over the years—stacked and sculpted, piped and polished—but sometimes, the ones that stay with you are the simplest. This flag cake was one I made two years ago at the cabin for the 4th of July. We were in full summer mode: kids running barefoot through the grass, wet towels draped over the porch rail, someone always halfway through a popsicle or a card game. It wasn’t the kind of setup that usually calls for a cake, ...
Cake Story: The One With the Rainbow That Made Me Brave
Cake Story: The One With the Rainbow That Made Me Brave. I’ve made a lot of cakes since this one—some bigger, some more detailed, and many with far more confidence. But this little rainbow cake still stands out. It was one of the first that truly mattered to me, not just because of how it turned out, but because of what it represented. It was 2020, just after things had started opening up again. A friend of mine was planning her daughter’s first birthday—a small, sweet celebration at home ...
