It was her first time baking a cake on her own. She had gone through rigorous training for months and she was mostly involved with other team members. There, she was closely monitored and there was no margin for errors. Her boss, as she would most times call her, was kind. Most of their time together was filled with happiness and she always had a great time learning.
They had met the previous year when she was attending her friend’s birthday party. The event was well organized with food and drink flying everywhere. And of course, there was cake. The celebrant had ordered a red velvet cake and her ushers went around serving plates of the cake.
‘Ma’am, would you like to have some cake?”. The usher asked
“Yes please”. She answered, collecting the plate from her hand.
She settled the plate down at her table and took a piece in her mouth with the fork in her hand. She was hooked. She could not believe her taste buds. She had tasted cake before but this time it was different. She took one more bite and her eyes lit up once more. Time and time again, she would perform the same operation and just smile at the delicious sensation she felt in every bite.
She beckoned the usher for another plate, this time she asked the usher for the name of the baker. She loved it! She wanted more, she would spend the next week ordering cakes for herself and all her loved ones. The usher went in to get the baker
“Mon’Amour cakes and confectionaries, how can I be of service, ma’am?”
“I want more”
She didn’t just love it though, she connected with the baker and in a few weeks, she would take out time to go learn from Mon’Amour. The experience for her was inspired by her love for how the cake at the party turned out and she just wanted to learn how. The opportunity finally presented itself to bake something on her own. Her son’s birthday was approaching.
“Mummy, will you bake me a cake?” He had asked, a few weeks before.
She challenged herself to get all the ingredients she would need to make her own special cake. One truly inspired by her love for Mon’Amour and the first bite she took that day. Cake day eventually came and while she was nervous, she would go at this with all her might. She gathered all her ingredients, whipped some flour and eggs just as she was taught and with due diligence, checking the oven at intervals, her cake was finally ready.
“Come take a bite Ayo”, she called to him from her kitchen
One bite, and his face lit up just the way hers did the first time, she was happy, she had baked a Mon’Amour cake and it was filled with love. “It’s perfect Mama” he answered muffly as he let every delicious sensation rock his taste buds