This is the story of my ongoing attempts at perfecting my baking skills. I am keeping tabs on all the recipes I use because frankly, my recipe book collection has gotten slightly out of hand and I can never find the recipe I want. Who knew having too many recipe books could be a bad thing? I’m sure this will also be the story of my life and my love of cake. Oh and the name of the blog? Its obviously a reference to Proust and his iconical madeleines – their ability to remind you of forgotten memories and childhood when things were sweeter than they are now. I find that food is often associated with my good memories. And who knows, maybe the answers to the questions of life are all contained in a slice of cake?