I used to venture into the woods behind my childhood home when I was six years old. There, I'd mostly daydream, and once I buried a time capsule. I also went through a phase of picking wildflowers, which I'd leave on neighbors' doorsteps. I'd ring the doorbell, hide, and covet the reaction my neighbor had when they discovered my small gift.

Cake and dessert are very personal. Each is meant to be shared with loved ones. Please tell me your most treasured stories, and I'll recreate them in cake.

What do you think that would feel like?