Where did the Opera Cream come from?

Posted on: June 14, 2015
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The Opera Cream 


People have often asked me where the inspiration and recipe for the opera cream cake came from. It is such an iconic part of our bakery. It’s a bit of a long story that starts with my Dad.

My Dad died when he was 48 and I was 20. With four children, his mother to take care of , a job and a passion for sports we didn’t have much time to get to know each other very well. He was sweet to me and in many ways I felt he really appreciated who I was. He would say that I had artist’s hands and sometimes that is all I needed to keep the dream in me alive.

He also enjoyed all the crazy things I would bake for dessert. Once I made a blackberry pie. My friends and I had picked the berries that afternoon in a neighborhood bramble and our hands pricked and bloodied demonstrated our resolve and the pie demonstrated our success. The problem was however; wild blackberries seemed to be composed of half seed and half juicey pulp which make for something closer to a seed pie than a blackberry one. But as he took a mouthful of it for dessert at the kitchen table he told me how delicious it was and ate the whole slice. Other members of my family were not so generous.

I enjoyed painting on velvet as a kid. It was a paint by numbers project of a bowl of fruit. No sooner had I finished painting it, did he insist it be hung in our dining room. I was honored and felt that maybe there was again something in me that said I was an Artist.

When we occasionally went out for ice-cream, he would always order a vanilla ice-cream cone with chocolate jimmies. He would say it was a perfect balance of both vanilla and chocolate. I would have to agree. After all the flavors that are out there now, that is also what I order when I get an ice cream cone. So after starting The BonBonerie, I tried to create a cake that had that same perfect balance of vanilla and chocolate. I haven’t been with my Dad for over forty years, but his sweet face and encouragement lives in every opera cream we make.


Sharon Butler


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