A Mother, a Daughter, and a Chocolate Cake…

Well, I am definitely my mother’s daughter. For one, being vertically challenged, we ┬áhover around 5′. We both started graying in our twenties and we absolutely panic when confronted with a mathematical problem. Fortunately it doesn’t stop at that; there’s a bright side too. We love working with our hands, sharing an almost compulsive need to create. We love to laugh, joke and play, but most of all, we are ALWAYS ready for a good dessert.

My mother’s daughter…
Those who know me, are aware of my passion for desserts, the seeds of which were sown very early on in my childhood, by my mom’s love for baking and her unending experimentation in the kitchen.
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