When family and friends tell me, “I don’t even like cake, and I loooooved that Thanksgiving cake” or “I never like cheesecake, but that cheesecake was bomb,” I am quite happily satisfied (and maybe only slightly confused by slang).
My thrill is in making a recipe my own. I find inspiration, seek some guidelines and plunge forward. I am of the grandmother school of thought: add what you have, a pinch or a heap is close enough to the prescribed quantity, once one thing is on the table start making something else, and know that nothing will ever taste the same twice.
These are my ideas, my stories, my memories, my progress and above all, the way I satisfy my sweet tooth sensibly. These are my whole grains and film grains, and the other aspects of me emerge from there.