Inspiration is a funny thing, a fleeting, combustible, goosebumps-inducing funny thing. Oddly enough, cakes rarely inspire me. Most often for me, inspiration comes from other art forms: paintings, fashion, sculpture, home and textile design. And, of course, people and their stories always light a creative spark.
A painting, a person and a story inspired this cake.
I always feel nostalgic about May 1—today is the first day of my birth month, as well as May Day in France. Did I mention I am a bit of a francophile? Maybe a bit more than a bit, and here’s why….
I remember struggling to take deep breaths, coughing uncontrollably anytime I moved around too much. Having asthma as a child left a mark on me, as did the time I was sent “down the bayou” with my grandparents for a week because my asthma had flared up and both of my parents had to work. I was five years old and my grandparents spoke only French.