Layers of a story
“Naked Cake with a Vintage Touch”
It all started with a simple idea: mixing cake with creativity. At first, there wasn’t supposed to be a workshop. The plan was to create products that were both tasty and artistic. But soon we realized what we were really after wasn’t just a product, it was a feeling. A feeling of joy, making something with our own hands, and sharing moments together.
One day, almost at the same time, we both said: “Why not share this experience with others? Why keep the story just between us?” And that’s how workshops became our true product.
Our very first one was simple: homemade sponge cakes, a table full of basic tools, and chairs that were filled through donations to the Richmond Hill Food Bank. That made the whole experience even sweeter, knowing that the joy around our table could ripple out into the lives of people who needed it most.
When we sent out the invitations, the very first spot was taken by Mona. She told us: “I just want to send you positive energy.” But for us, that energy became the heart of it all. Despite her busiest days, she made time to come, and sit with us. Later she said: “This took me back years ago, to when life was simpler and we just created something together.” And we knew exactly what she meant.
Nasrin arrived with her warm smile and a lovely floral dress that looked like it had been made to match our colorful table. Her quiet presence, just like those flowers, brought life and color to the room.
Niloufar was the first to walk in. She came with so much warmth and energy that we instantly felt like we’d known her for years. Sweet-loving, funny, cheerful—her hands moved so quickly that in no time her cake looked like a perfectly classic bakery piece.
Nessa brought pure good vibes from the moment she entered. Every little thing made her beam and say: “Wow, this feels so good!” She said it so often it became the workshop’s official line. Every time a new song played, she’d laugh and repeat it, and somehow it made us all even happier.
Elham, in her striking red dress that shined in all the photos, sat at the table lost in thoughts of her own birthday. The sparkle in her eyes was so real that her cake felt like a little dream, waiting to be celebrated.
And then there was Mina, taking the last chair like it had always been saved for her. She walked in calm and graceful, with a bright smile and determined eyes. She carefully stacked layer upon layer of sponge, finishing her cake beautifully, and that same night, it became the birthday cake for her daughter’s second birthday. Simple, sweet, just like her.
And that’s how the story of our very first workshop was written:
the story of cakes that started simple but, turned into something unforgettable.
