My obsession with Funfetti began at the age of 5 when my parents tasked me with baking a cake. For the sake of my own safety (and to increase the likelihood that the cake would come out edible) I worked straight from the Pillsbury box. I’d like to think that if they didn’t introduce me to the many-colored baked good at such an impressionable age, it would not hold the special place in my heart that it does now. But then again, I know my heart and I know the impatience that consumes it when I’m forced to bake a sweet treat from scratch, which leads me to believe that no matter when I first encountered it, Funfetti would have always been my fun and only.
With three simple steps—pour, mix, heat—I went from zero culinary skills to one culinary skill. Technically, that is an increase of infiniti percent. The rainbow dessert became my go-to. Any event I attended, I would cart along a fresh Funfetti cake. I became the world’s biggest ambassador of box-to-table cuisine.
- Birthdays: Funfetti
- Housewarming: Funfetti
- My own wedding: Funfetti