Baking is in my blood. My great-grandfather was a pastry chef who ran a beautiful little patisserie in Paris. He was an artisan who, even during wartime, insisted on finding a way to serve his customers with something exceptional. He passed his secrets on to my grandparents, and them to me.
As a young girl I would visit my grandparents in Paris and on special mornings, we would walk together to the local markets. I saw the watchful care with which ingredients were selected. My grandparents took no shortcuts and were uncompromising when it came to what they ate. No meal during the more than 50 years of their marriage, was complete without a sweet treat. They taught me well.
It is in Paris in these early years that I first experienced the elation that comes from creative cooking. As my grandmother’s helper, I became part of transforming a selection of various ingredients into a satisfying and (to my young mind) quite miraculous whole. I still find this process to be magical.
I continued to bake as I grew up. I practiced constantly. The kitchen became my domain. This was my passion.
During the final stages of my University degree in marketing, I began to seriously bake in earnest. Several high-profile figures were interested in what I was doing, and particularly in the innovative ways in which I was creating treats that were providing for the then budding awareness as to health-orientated treats.
In 2010, upon graduation, I was working part time. Increasingly, the rest of my time was spent baking, and my reputation was beginning to require that I make a life-changing decision. In 2010, I went for it. I officially began ‘The Caker’, selling cakes through my blog. I was 21 years old.
The rest is history.
X Jordan Rondel, The Caker