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STORIES OF CAKE ANGST|
Painting cakes may seem glamorous to you,|
hobnobbing with people of Technicolor,
being flown to exotic locations like
Switzerland and San Diego notwithstanding,
truth be known it is not all pretty.
Read these stories and you will feel my enormous pain.
You will hear about my too serious to be diagnosed neuroses
which surface (for one) every time I set the oven to 350 ℉
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In the shower, performing my stellar
rendition of Send in the Clowns, the
phone rings. I run to answer it, and it's
Diana Ross calling from Switzerland.
I am the cake designer bon vivant. My
mother Lil wanted me to become a
doctor or a lawyer because we're Jewish.
Cast of Characters:
Moi, cakebaker to the stars
Malcolm Forbes, famed rich partygiver
Elizabeth Taylor, cleopatra
I did Madonna twice. Her cake, that is.
The first time was in the early eighties.
I didn't even know who Madonna was.
I wasn't as hip then as I am now
Just because you live in a place where
the sky is clear and magical and the mountains
majestic and mysterious, does not mean you are
living in a state of constant bliss and inner peace.