Mar Williams

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Cakes & Confections

Sometimes someone asks me for a cake. I love and hate making cakes. It’s sticky, tiring, stressful and easy to fuck up and start all over again. Since it’s food, there’s a short window of time to get everything done.
Usually Colleen or Dwight would get duped into helping me.