heart of homemade

At the risk of being way too early for this, I honestly can’t help myself. Today was our first cool morning of the year, the first vestige of the oncoming Fall season. Oh, I know. You’re not ready for summer to be over yet, please Damaris, don’t talk about it. Oh, but I can’t help it! My heart is swelling with the thought of smoky air and a kaleidoscopic world of multicolor leaves. To think that I will soon be able to decorate the house with glass pumpkins and cute scarecrows

You know, I never thought the first official entry to this blog would happen on a bus. But here we are, as the trees and mountains speed by along both sides of me, I am thinking about cake. Not just any cake, though. This cake has been a source of frustration and hope for me since I was little. It might even be fair to say this was one reason I ever started baking. You need background, you say? Well, you asked for it. I grew up frustrated with “cake-makers” in general. I neve