Thank yous
Every gram of every
ingredient of a cake
is essential to a
beautiful bake.

Leave out that two
grams of baking
powder and you
lose loft. Add too
much butter and
great becomes
greasy. A  book is
like a cake, and it’s
because I’ve had
the perfect ingredients
added at the perfect
point in time that I’m
able to bring these
pages to you.

Thank you my community of beautiful Beatrixers –
slice after slice, your cake love gave me a shop I
only dared dream of and you kept the sun shining
on my corner of North Melbourne in the bien cuit
pandemic years. I am sincerely sorry I have set
down my offset spatula (for a while), but the
green door of my heart is always open wide.

The top-tier talented (and patient) team at
Hardie Grant! You are the ever-whirring stand
mixer, whipping the words, photos and measuring
minutiae into the cohesive batter of a finished
book. To the infinitely calm, clever and thoughtful
Loran McDougall – you could tame tigers, quiet
a storm and wrangle a wedding without a bead
of sweat on your brow! Please teach me your
ways. Michael Harry – thank you for the ‘Omelette
of Confidence’ at Florian Eatery and for the gentle
counselling I needed to keep taking word-steps.

Roxy Ryan, wise counsel and pom-pom toting
cheer squad all in one! TYSM.

Like seeing one in their underpants for the first
time, there is a shyness when your editor sees
your bare words. Thanks for tidying up the wobbly
bits, Vanessa Lanaway!
Emily O’Neill, my designer and illustrator, who
is a gorgeous genius of marrying instruction
with sweet friendliness. Thank you for working
backwards and taking that cake from the shoot
and making it an iconic illustration. And the little
information boxes are chef’s kiss!