A few years back, I realized that celebrations deserve tasty food, made with love, and decided to take things into my own hands. It's possible that I was looking for a creative outlet to vent into, as I was halfway through grad school at the time (in something not cake-related). It's also possible I was just tired of eating bad cake. I started experimenting in a tiny kitchen, I bought too many pans, I bought a KitchenAid, I bought a cake freezer, and last summer I made wedding cakes for three friends and birthday, shower, and random it's-Tuesday-let's-eat-this-thing cakes for many more. Some of those will be covered retroactively and we'll see where we go from here.
About me: I'm pretty much self-taught, I buy pounds of butter at a time, and yes, I do have a chest freezer in my kitchen that's filled with whatever I can't eat or pawn off immediately--everything from cake and frosting to ice cream, cookie dough, and whatever else won't fit in my other freezer. There's a couple pounds of pulled pork and some biscuits in there now. I don't believe in fondant, I do believe in ice cream cake, and that's all you need to know for now.
Up next: last year's wedding cake rundown. Not for the faint of heart.