02/27/2026
This was the first cake I made after years of taking a break from baking. 🥹 Going back to it felt like going home.
I learned to bake when I was little — my cousins and I would sit in the kitchen watching my Auntie carefully measure, mix, and decorate her treats. The smell of fresh cake, the sound of the mixer, the little taste tests we would secretly hope for… those are some of my favorite childhood memories. I didn’t realize back then that those small moments were planting a dream in my heart.
I never knew that one day I would grow up and want to be just like her — creating sweetness not just through desserts, but through love, patience, and hard work. Every time I bake now, I see pieces of her in what I do. The way I level a cake, the way I focus on the details, the way I pour my heart into it.
This cake means more than just flour and sugar. It’s a full-circle moment. It’s little me in the kitchen again. It’s gratitude. It’s love.
Thankful for her. Thankful she let us help even when we probably made a mess. 🤍 Those moments shaped me more than she probably knew.
Miss you, Tita Gems! I hope I’m making you proud every time I turn on my oven. 🍰✨
Ps. I miss your revel bar too🥹🥹