H e l l o a n d W e l c o m e
My name is Erika, but for most of my life, I have been called “Erica”. From coffee cups, to key chains, to the literal icing on the cake, my “K” has been replaced with a “C”. As a woman of many layers, I have often felt misunderstood, and though it always started with my name, it never really ended there. There’s a similarity with my passions in that sense, where they start, but never really end.
Baking has always been one of my most cherished passions, next to writing, and I believe every recipe has a story worth sharing. My mom believed this also, as she shared many of the same passions and taught me much of what I know about confection, sustenance, and literature.
Being the inspiring woman she was, my mother always encouraged me to reach for the stars (and the last slice of cake), and I often find myself searching for more. So, in memory of her and the food (for thought) we often shared at the dining table, I figured it was time to just eat the damn cake and share a few slices the world.
I like to think of this blog as a space to bring food (for thought), mind, body, and soul together. And as I go about life trying to succeed miscellaneous destiny, I know it’s not always going to be a “piece of cake”, but at last I will continue to search for the many pieces and coffee stained recipes that make up my life. I might even come back for seconds; to simply reflect, or leave some behind; to simply (or not so simply) let go.
In the meantime, this is where I’ll be having my cake and eating it too, and this is where you can help yourself to all the leftover pieces. ♡