We are pleased to announce the winners of the Wilton Mother’s Day Contest. We asked you to share your memories of the women in your life … and you delivered! We read hundreds of heartfelt tributes to mothers – and also friends, teachers, aunts and others who influenced your lives.
Thank you to all the contestants for sharing your memories. Happy Mother’s Day!
Joy, Loyall, Kentucky
My Mother-in-law was a big inspiration in many ways. She was a wonderful cake decorator. The first time I ever saw one of her creations was my wedding cake. I had not been alone with her much before that day, and I walked in when she did not know I was there. She was praying for me, her son, and our marriage as she was putting the cake together. It really touched me. She realized I was there and, since I didn’t mean to walk in on her in such an private moment, I quickly commented on the cake. She invited me in to watch and explained each thing she was doing as she did it. She said, “you know, building a marriage is like building a cake. You need strength to hold it together,” as she inserted dowels in the main tier. I never forgot that day or her instruction. She died in 1997 of cancer, but she was a good mother to me, even if not my own.
Katelyn, Nanaimo, British Columbia
My memory is of my Grandmother’s 80th birthday party. I made 80 individual little cakes, 8 each of 10 different kinds. I made a speech saying I had asked her what kind of cake she would like for her birthday, and she said her usual “whatever you do will be wonderful, dear. Lemon, chocolate, vanilla, whatever you would like to make.” I told her I’d made them all, and on my cue all my cousins came out carrying trays. She started out smiling, but by the end of the procession she was weeping, she was so touched. It was a wonderful memory that involves the best Grandma anyone could ever ask for.
Jonelle, Gainesville, Georgia
My first memory and the start of my “obsession” (according to my hubby) of Wilton cakes and products began with my Stepmom buying the Wilton Batman/Superman cake pan in 1980. My brothers had a boy scout event and needed a cake for the cake raffle. My Stepmom thought it would be kinda neat if we used the Batman/Superman cake pan but decorate it like a boy scout. I was only 12 at the time and decorated it perfectly with a little supervision. By the way, the cake raised $135 (back in 1980). I was so excited over this that I decided to make Wilton cakes for every birthday or special occasion. Now 30 years later, I signed up for my first Wilton Decorating Course to officially learn the right way. I am on the Wilton site almost every night. Thanks to my Stepmom sharing her love of Wilton way back when. I even inherited a few of our pans from the early 80s. My collection consists of at least 35 character pans and about 15 other Wilton pans. I am starting my fondant and gumpaste class in May.
Beth, Miamisburg, Ohio
My grandparents were celebrating 50 golden years,
mom and I made a cake that brought them to tears.
My mom is an artist and I love to bake,
we worked well together to create this big cake.
She drew the designs while I did the baking,
she frosted the layers, then I piped on the icing.
Wilton’s cake tools were all that we needed,
we worked for two days and we finally succeeded
in making a cake that was three tiers tall
filled with golden flowers and a cool water fall.
This cake was so beautiful and we were so proud
everyone at the party was certainly wowed.
Grandma and Grandpa couldn’t believe their eyes
when they walked in the room to see their surprise.
They hugged us and kissed us, we knew they were glad.
We were happy to tell them about the fun that we had.
Working together had brought us such joy
all that we wanted was a cake they’d enjoy.
We are so happy for the memories we made,
as my grandparents are gone now for over a decade.
Chelsey, Edmonton, Alberta
My mom is not only an amazing person, but an amazing baker as well (these traits don’t always come together). She learned to bake from her grandmother’s recipes, complete with handwritten notes about weather, being a mother and life in general. My mom still has this cookbook but also started her own as she began her own life as a wife and mother. I can remember ‘helping’ her in the kitchen and always asking her to read the notes to me. Later as I grew, I wrote the notes. I’m so grateful to be able to look back and see my life through notes in an old recipe book, but even more I’m grateful for my mom. Last year I started taking Wilton cake decorating courses because of a Barbie cake my mom made for me. To my surprise my mom presented me with her first Wilton yearbook, complete with notes of when she made each cake. Now with my own Wilton yearbook, I prepare my legacy for my daughter.
Patsy, Monett, Missouri
My wonderful Mother has been gone for several years now, but I guess my fondest memory of her was one Mother’s Day I decided to make her a special cake. I think I was 11 or 12 years old. I wanted to make it from scratch. Needless to say it was a disaster! The cake was not done in the middle and the icing ran off the cake. I left it on the kitchen table for her to “discover.” When I came home later from my dance lesson, the icing was perfect and it looked beautiful!! My Mom said the icing just needed to “set up.” I knew she had worked very hard to fix it; but neither of us said a word. We served it that evening; and both my Mom and Dad said it was the best cake they ever had! I am the proud Mom of a 47 year old mentally challenged daughter and she and I will be re-creating that cake this Mother’s Day together!! LOVE NEVER FAILETH!!!!!
Robyn, Marshall, Minnesota
Every weekend my grandparents would keep one of their 9 grandchildren overnight to bake cookies with Grandma. When it was your turn you got to do everything; pick the recipe, go to the grocery store with Grandpa, and even crack the eggs. You got to taste test some, take some home, and the rest stocked Grandma’s freezer. Whenever anyone came to Grandma’s for tea, a treat would come out of the freezer and there would not be a name of the cookies on the package but the name of the child who made them. Now that we are all grown with children of our own, we are enjoying seeing our children do the same with our mother. We have all continued to enjoy baking and it always brings a fond memory of our Grandmother.
Amber, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
My mom and I always baked together growing up. We would spend all day on Saturdays making all kinds of treats and trying out all sorts of new recipes. She would always have Elvis playing in the background and we would sing and talk. At the time I thought we were just baking but now as I look back, I realized that those were the times we really “talked” and she would share stories and memories with me. These were also the times that I felt I could talk with her about WHATEVER I wanted! I also now see that those times taught me math and reading skills, patience, the courage to try new things, expand my creativity as well as learning to trust in myself and develop self-confidence. I remember being so proud of ourselves when a new recipe was a success! But when they were a flop, she taught me how to handle disappointment with grace and lots of laughter! I really miss those times but I know my daughters will get the same experience with her.
Emily, Fridley, Minnesota
I used to bemoan the fact that while other kids got cakes in the shapes of koala bears, I got rectangular pans covered in brown frosting. On my next birthday I pleaded for a store bought cake with Barbie on top. Day of, I suddenly realized that boys would be present – Barbie had to go! As we removed her, my heart sank: the white frosting stretched on forever, interrupted only by the thin pink piping. Looking at the void (and slight dent left by her derriere), I started to panic. Noticing my distress, mom reached into the cupboard and pulled out “the box” – filled with cookie cutters and decorations. Filling the spots with a mix of candles, palm trees and a few of the 7 dwarfs – the cake was quickly abuzz with activity. It was at this moment that I had a very mature revelation for a girl of eight. I realized that my happiness wasn’t related to what the cake looked like. The fuzzy feeling came from the knowledge that my mom had made something especially for me.
Jennifer, Indiantown, Florida
How do you keep the crumbs out of the icing? I asked my mother as we worked together to ice our first cake. This is my fondest memory of decorating with my mother. It was the day of my 17th birthday, and my mother had given me the Wilton Master Tip Set, two decorating bags and the current Wilton Yearbook as gifts. We had decided that evening to attempt to decorate, for the first time, a cake. I learned many lessons that night while bonding over cake decorating and learning the shell border, laughing as we attempted the Wilton rose, and learning how to write with icing. I learned that like icing a cake, patience was a life lesson. It was through patience and practice that my mother and I worked together to learn cake decorating. Our mutual love of cake decorating has even motivated us to save our pennies to be able to meet in Chicago to take the Wilton Master Course together and have the opportunity to once again share special moments together over cake.
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