Standing on a big metal coffee tin to reach the countertop, I loved helping my grandma, Bea, roll out dough for homemade pies.
Entering a baking comp at age 11, I served Grandma’s famous cream puff to the judges – and won!
‘I’m so proud of you, darling,’ Grandma Bea said.
Sadly, in 1984, when I was 21, she passed away, aged 76.
In her honour, I opened my first bakery a few years later, using her vintage rolling pin and Pyrex measuring cup to make my creations.
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