I grew up in Medellin, Colombia, a place that has always been known as the city of the eternal spring due to its pleasant climate all year. It’s abundance of flowers and delicious food appeared to be a never ending affair. At the time I did not understand the importance of it all, but my time there as a child will become pivotal later. I grew up in a kitchen that smelled like passion fruit, figs, cinnamon, vanilla cake, orchids and local gossip. As a young child I decorated my mud cakes with an abundant supply of garden flowers, fruit and imagination. I also learned about temperature controls and knew how to make pastry cream before I knew how to read or write. Long live pastry cream! 

At an early age I understood food was important. It had the ability to bring people together; even if they disagreed people would always treat the table as a sacred place for family, friends and comfort. Ohh! But, it was dessert that rein the table. The smile on everyone’s face was a silent performance and I chased that ghost, that energy with every recipe that I develop in the kitchen, I find it when my clients, friends and family try my cakes. 

My short time there as a child was ethereal. I often wonder if I made it all up, but then I take a bite into my vanilla cake filled with passion and raspberry cream and it all comes back to me. The fruit, the flowers, art and the amazing people that touched and guided my young years.  

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