Fast forward a couple of decades and it was a friends birthday and I decided to make her a cake. Once again my love of chocolate won out and I made a white chocolate mud cake. Unsure whether it was even worth giving it to her I packaged it up in a little white box and a bright pink bow and delivered it to her work.
Her reaction was completely unexpected - she actually thought I had purchased it and when I told her I had made it she was really excited and blown away. This is when I started to think...hmmm maybe I am good at this. What really convinced me was that it took her several days before she ate it as she didn't want to ruin it by cutting in to it.
This is the cake that started it all, that planted the seed of an idea, that maybe, just maybe I should pursue my passion for baking.
