It was a rainy night in Detroit when I was about to close my cupcake shop. An African-American man in his middle 60s came thru the store asking for only a cup of coffee. He looked as though he was carrying the cares of the world on his shoulders, a man in great despair. I got my most decadent chocolate cupcake and sat down with him. He thanked me and began to share with me what had just happened. He had just been let go of his job and was now losing his pension, something he thought he would have for his retirement. How was he going to tell his wife? What were they going to do? They also lost all their health benefits and they really needed them. As he shared his pain he kept eating the cupcake.
By the time he finished his burden seemed lighter.
We even talked about other opportunities that he had never had time for. When he left my shop, he had joy. He thanked me again and told me to keep making my delicious cupcakes.
Then I woke up. It had only been a dream. I didn’t have a cupcake shop or even baked, especially cupcakes. I didn’t even eat cupcakes!
But upon trying it, I found my secret passion. I started taking classes and hired a private baker to teach me everything about baking specialized cupcakes. In between my full time job and taking care of my family, I would bake. I tried different recipes, creating my own and found that I loved customizing cupcakes for people’s special events. I did this as a hobby for over 5 years; I even won 1st place in a large cupcake contest at the Temecula’s Cupcake Challenge in 2015 with my famous Baileys Irish Crème cupcakes. It was dedicated to my Irish father who had passed away.
And then it happened. Just as in the dream I was let go of my job, a job I thought I was going to retire with. I was almost 60 when it happened. I felt everything the man in the dream had felt.
What was I going to do, especially at my age? The fear and despair was overwhelming. And then I remembered — My cupcakes. It was as though God had been preparing for me to do this in the next, not last, chapter of my life. God had given me so much joy making my cupcakes that it was time to share that joy with so many other people I had never met.
And so Terri’s Tasty Cupcakes was birthed. With all the years of baking, the training, the classes, the contests — it was time. All the feedback and testimonials about my cupcakes came down to one word: “tasty”. My focus has been on flavor, customized design, and joy in every bite.
I look forward to being a part of your special occasion!
Nehemiah 8:10 - “The joy of the Lord shall be your strength”