When I left law school, I came home with not much to do, besides stare at my student loan debt. Wait, that’s a bad way to start this. Let’s try again. When I left law school, I came home aching to renew my creativity, in the creation-sense of the word. I missed baking, most of all–the mixture of art and science–feeding people and making them love me, not hate me for “lawyering” them (“Sorry, I’m sorry! I was just practicing. It was encouraged.”) It had been so long since I’d used my hands for work at all, other than the heavy typing of exams, and I missed it. I was struck by a particular quote in a film about cooking and Buddhism, “You might care about yourself enough to, you know, cook. That brings your hands nourishment because your hands get to be hands. They get to actually do something rather than sitting around all day while you’re entertaining yourself with your iPod and your Internet, surfing the Internet, all the other things that we do that, you know, our hands don’t get to do much anymore.” ‘Yes!’ I thought. ‘The nail on the head! There’s nothing left for me now except, well, to bake.’ So I did. Quite a lot. To the point where I actually started a catering and custom order cupcake bakery, called Bite of Bliss Bakery. It wasn’t until I was knee-deep in a huge order for a gala. Frosting the 326th cupcake, I thought, ‘I need balance. This isn’t working. Let’s try again.’ Career uncertainties aside, I learned something remarkable during that time. I learned how to make people love you, without really trying. I created a recipe so perfectly sweet, fruity, and creamy, with the perfect moist cake and added texture, that people who don’t like sweets like this. People who don’t like fruit desserts like this. People who don’t like me like me once I make this. This is a world premier recipe, guys. I’ve never shared this, for fear of intellectual theft and capitalizing on my confectionary genius. But now, ages away from any desire to ever run a bakery, I simply don’t mind spreading the love so you can, truly, spread the love.
