How It All Started
"As an only-child, Mama bought me those little baking bars and left me to entertain myself. Daddy was off at sea on the battleship New Jersey. Mama was a telephone operator, and I was left alone with my toys of choice - an electric mixer, butter, eggs, vanilla and a pantry. I also had stacks of ladies magazines, like Good Housekeeping, Red Book and American Home Journal in the days when they all carried recipes -no box cakes. They became my friends along with a little white electric stove on four legs.
We had no indoor plumbing then, so the water had to come from a hand pump at the top of the hill. I used a make shift double boiler to melt chocolate (no microwave folks!) and when the recipe called for two ounces, I used three or more. The chocolate oozed out of my smile. I greased the cake pans with butter wrappers and carefully lined the pans with waxed paper.
Clouds of chocolate aroma wafted out the cracks in our windows, and I could hardly wait long enough for the cakes to cool before I slathered them with thick chocolate frosting, which thinned out and ran onto the plate because the cake was still warm when I put it on.
But the funny part was that although I would always be in a rush to finish, and dress a cake up, I would never cut into one without someone to share it. That is what these cakes are, 'have a piece with me cake - and then have a second piece with me.' These cakes, as well as the brownies and cookies, ship beautifully!"