Then came my big moment, launching my first successful carrot cake for Stephen’s (my husband’s) birthday. I held my breath as everyone took their first bites, and the verdict? “Oh, la la, this is SO good!” I thought, well, if they say it, it must be true.
The Carrot Cake That Sparked a (Sweet) Revolution
It all started with my mom. She took one bite of my carrot cake and said, “You’ve nailed it!” That was all the encouragement I needed to start looking for any excuse to bake that cake over and over. Birthdays, baby showers, “Oh, it’s Wednesday!”, every occasion became carrot cake-worthy.
One evening, while chatting with Stephen, an idea struck: What if we baked cakes and let people decide the price? After all, when it comes to money, sweat, blood, and all, people don’t part with it lightly. And as a family, we decided to donate whatever we earned to a good cause.
So, we got started. Some days, people were generous enough to make my heart sing. Other days, I’d silently scream, “Really? That’s all you think my hours of whisking and decorating are worth?” But no matter what, I loved every moment.
It took me at least 6-8 hours to create something barely passable (at the time!), but the support I had from my family was nothing short of amazing. When you’re passionate about something, it’s as if the universe conspires to make it happen. In my case, my inner circle became my cheerleading squad.
My dad? Egg-beating pro. He’d whip those eggs into frothy perfection, slice cakes into three precise layers, and even write sweet notes for our customers. Mom? She took care of the little one so I could focus. Stephen? The runner, errand boy, and family morale booster. And me? I was left to channel all my energy into the cake, spending hours standing and decorating until my legs begged for mercy.
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