The Founder who couldn’t eat Cake

I was diagnosed with Coeliac disease,

a serious condition where eating gluten is absolutely not an option.

I was born in 1996, and my mum started to realise something was wrong when I began eating baby cookies and getting very, very sick. While most babies were discovering the joy of crumbs, I was discovering that gluten and my body were definitely not going to be friends.

Back then, the gluten-free world was nothing like it is today.

The market was extremely limited, and “gluten-free bread” was often more like a construction material than something you would willingly put in your mouth.

In fact, we bought my very first loaf of real bread when I was 10 years old!

Until then, bread was not something I picked up casually from a bakery or supermarket. It was something complicated, rare, expensive, and usually disappointing. Imagine being a child and watching everyone else eat cookies, croissants, birthday cakes, school snacks, and all the little treats that make childhood feel sweet - while your options were… let’s say, character-building.

And through all of it, there was my mum.

She has been my rock through the highs, the lows, and the very dramatic teenage crisis - also known as my “I am so fed up with gluten-free food that I might completely ignore my health” era. Like many teenagers, I just wanted to feel normal. I wanted to eat what everyone else was eating. I wanted to stop reading labels, stop asking questions, stop being “the gluten-free one.”

Luckily, my mum stepped in with patience, love, and probably a wooden spoon in hand. She showed me that gluten-free did not have to mean joy-free. With the right flour, the perfect amount of sugar, a spoon of butter, and a pinch of salt, life could suddenly become much better... mostly in cake form. 🍰

She is the true initiator of my passion for pastry and sweets. Everything was homemade, always made with love, and - let’s be honest - often slightly burned or a little overcooked. But that was part of the charm. Or her signature. Whenever something came out of the oven that I could finally enjoy, it felt like a celebration.

A cake I could eat.

A biscuit I did not have to fear.
A dessert that did not come with a warning label.
A small piece of normality, baked at home.

I owe my mum a lot. My life, (obviously, that is how mothers work) but also quite literally. As a child, I became extremely ill and my mum acted quickly when it mattered most. Fun fact: doctors once told her I would remain very little my whole life.

So, naturally, I grew to 1m76. Just to keep things interesting.

But beyond my health, I owe her my love of cake, my passion for creating beautiful things, and my deep desire to spread happiness through pastry. Because when you grow up knowing what it feels like to be left out of the sweet moments, you understand how powerful it is to create something everyone can enjoy.

That is why my cake design story is not just about cakes.

It is about childhood, resilience, family, slightly burned biscuits, and the wish of making people feel like they belong, one cake at a time.

It is about a mum who made sure her daughter never felt like she had to miss out.

And it is about me now wanting to do the same for others: make people smile, create moments of joy, and prove that gluten-free can still be beautiful, delicious, and full of magic.

With love, sugar, butter, and a pinch of salt,

Magali, 1m76