How Sweet It Is

Victor, Idaho | Melissa & Chad get married

Melissa and I met in 2009 at More Cupcakes, my first job after graduating pastry school. Melissa pretty much ran the front of house and I was the newest addition to the cupcake decorating team. I made Melissa her 21st birthday cake in my kitchen while living on Webster Avenue in Chicago. There are plenty of memories I could spend a lifetime reminiscing about; however, we only have so much time and my fingers could potentially fall off from the amount of typing. Lets press fast forward - there was a period in time we had lived together for a couple years on Bell / North Avenue. After graduating Columbia for Journalism, Melissa set out to follow her dreams. Who knew her dreams would be discovered in Pocatello. I remember her saying I'm moving to Idaho of all places. In Idaho, Melissa landed a job newscasting for a local company and met Chad. Who knew Chad, this man she met one night out with a group of friends, would become her future husband. 

Melissa had reached out to me long before the wedding asking if I would do her wedding cake. She gave me free range on design but had one important request. It had to be marble cake, chocolate and vanilla. Those were the flavors of the first cake I had ever made her. As perusal time flew by and the wedding was approaching vastly. I will admit, I procrastinated but it all came together seamlessly! David, my roommate, accompanied me to the wedding. Thankfully due to the amount of driving that it in tailed. 

The wedding took place in Victor, Idaho. At a ranch called Moose Creek. We stayed in a glamp. If you are unfamiliar as for we were too. It is a glamorous way to camp. I saw my first shooting star, drank way to much alcohol but I mean all in celebration of course and felt like a celebrity for the night as David and I dished out slices of cake during the dance party. 

It was a weekend to remember and I am so happy for the both of them. Melissa you are one beautiful bride and I love you very much. 


lets eat cake

Seattle | October

It's fall here in Washington. The smell of crisp air, colorful leaves everywhere you look and my coffee intake increasing. My favorite time of year. 

My days have been spent exploring Seattle neighborhoods, working for The London Plane and immersing myself in yoga teacher training. It's been great! With having such a jam-packed schedule it has been a challenge for me to bake as often as I would like. 

10. 24. 15 | A birthday celebration

Chelsea turns twenty-four. The perfect opportunity to get back in the kitchen. With the array of flowers around The London Plane it inspired me to pull colors from the assortment to design a cake. I decided I would keep it elegant on the outside but playful on the inside. The flavor being funfetti! 

{photo credit : Matt Getorge}


my love for macarons

Macarons remind me of the time I was living in my first apartment in Chicago on Webster/Damen. The building was brick, historic, but the kitchen was futuristic and minimal: I imagine it had brothers and sisters in downtown Stockholm. Around that time, I started baking macarons. Little did I know there is a delicate art to making these fragile, lovely little cookies. Numerous failed attempts left laying on the kitchen floor, sobbing to my father on the phone. I'm quitting baking for real this time, I would tell him. Turns out, in those days, I just as fragile and delicate as a little macaron. But I didn't give up. And I found that the road to mastering the art of macarons, however exasperating, is most rewarding and delicious road of all.