My lovely mother is a pastry chef. No proper schooling, no fancy degree, nothing. Just raw talent, and hours of practice. I’d like to think that I inherited her creative and persistent qualitys. Like most hispanic mothers, in the works of Celia Cruz, her “English isn’t too very good looking.” My mother never let that stop her though. Without my mother there would be no Kasa De Kriz. So this is a little dedication to her.

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Got to mix is just right

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Spread it out nicely

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Add in the sufficient amount of liquor, making sure not to over power the flavor

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And finally put it all together and create a CAKE MASTERPIECE

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I would have more photos, but my mother kicked me out of the kitchen.
“Salte, no quiero nadie aqui cuando yo este trabajando”