My Cookie Journey
Thank you for visiting Ilana's A-cups, and I know, strange, that whole baker-writer intro, but I am just that: a baker and a writer.
It was one of those perfect summer nights—the air had a delightful chill (the pros of beach living), and “Eye of the Tiger,” an 80s favorite, was playing in the background. My lips instantly curved upwards—taking me back to a perfect time in my life, those carefree, innocent teen years. Definitely a telltale sign that recent bad experiences were slowly fading, and making room for a wonderful new adventure, a new beginning.
Still, in that surreal haze that consumed my mind, I was able to notice someone gazing in my direction. He definitely tried to catch my eye, and I obliged. Slowly moving towards me, and without hesitation, he complimented my looks. This guy was exceptionally generous with his compliments and I, somewhat bashful and looking away, inhaled every word he said.
“Everything about you is golden: your hair, skin, eyes.” And that intense stare didn’t waver for a second.
Then he paused for a minute and I thought what next, is he about to kiss me? Propose to me?
“The only thing missing-”
Did he say missing? Wait, what?
His eyes veered towards my chest and I looked down too, just to make sure that I didn’t have a stain or something.
“Yeah . . . then you’d be perfect!”
It’s true, this in fact did happen. And I’ve never forgotten. I wrote about this experience in my novel Dear Stanley.
When I needed a name for my new bakery I decided that perhaps it would be fun to tie it in with my Venice Beach dating history. Especially because at first, while deciding to become a professional baker I thought that I would concentrate on cupcakes only; it’s not such a stretch to think of cupcakes in terms of different sizes . . . But then I discovered the sugar cookie world, which for me, was an intersection of creativity and culinary craftsmanship and I was able to turn each cookie into a canvas of imagination and taste. I was hooked.
Ilana’s A-cups in many ways is my “spite bakery” a-la-Larry David, sort of like a “screw you” to all the men who had the gall to tell me that I needed bigger boobs, a flatter belly, better defined arms, or legs or whatever.
Screw you all!
Crafting your custom delights: How to order.
For now, please refer to my Instagram account @ilanasacups to message me regarding new and existing orders.
I do have a few rules to consider. If you’ve ordered my baked goods and they’re not to your liking, don’t be mean. I hate mean people; don’t write a bad review, just talk to me and tell me what you didn’t like. I cannot possibly satisfy everyone’s taste buds, but I am fair to a fault.
So, who’s ready for a bite of my A-cups?
A mouthful of yum!