A single e-mail steered Woody Wolston's life in a radically different direction.
It was December 2003, and Wolston, a residential property manager and passionate cake baker, was recipe-hopping his way through his battered copy of "The Cake Bible," Rose Levy Beranbaum's hyper-detailed testament to all things cake-ish. Then he was sharing the delicious output with his grateful buddies.
He dashed off a question to the author's website. "My first line was, 'You won't believe this, but your biggest fans are broom ball players and t'ai chi followers,' and then I went on to ask her a few questions about cakes," said Wolston. "She replied back, 'What's broom ball and t'ai chi?'"
Despite their physical distance -- he's in Bloomington, she's in New York City -- the two quickly became fast friends. And then colleagues. Within a year, Beranbaum was forwarding recipes, in search of feedback. After passing the critical test -- spending three nonstop days working together in her baking laboratory, otherwise known as the converted living room of her Greenwich Village apartment -- Wolston was working as Beranbaum's assistant.
The duo quickly immersed themselves in the production of her 2009 title, "Rose's Heavenly Cakes" (Wiley, $39.95), which includes Wolston's impressive Woody's Lemon Luxury Layer Cake (find the recipe at right). In the book's acknowledgments, Beranbaum refers to Wolston as her "guardian angel."
Now they're knee-deep in a new title, burning up their iPhones an average of two hours a day. In a recent conversation -- over cake, naturally -- Wolston discussed their unusual working relationship, baking dos-and-don'ts and the joys of gratitude.
Q How does your working relationship work?
A Rose is incredible. She works 24/7, and she's extremely picky. I give her something that she didn't have. When she makes a recipe, she'll write notes and date them. But I came up with my recipe planner, for each cake, a formal spreadsheet. And I numbered each trial. You know, "On test No. 23, we found we needed to adjust the baking powder," that kind of thing. I gave her a standardization that she didn't have. I'm her second pair of hands across many miles.