My Promise to Dad

How did Buddy Valastro become the Cake Boss? There's definitely an inspirational story behind that.

By Buddy Valastro, Hoboken, New Jersey

As appeared in

They call me the boss. Cake Boss, that is.

Maybe you’ve seen my show of the same name on TLC—it’s a slice of life straight from my family’s historic bakery, Carlo’s Bake Shop in Hoboken, New Jersey.

But it was really lobster that got me started—yes, I’ll explain—and an unforgettable dream I had weeks after my father, the true Cake Boss, died, a time in my life of great doubt and grief and confusion.

Carlo’s Bake Shop is a family affair if ever there was one, and a second home for my wife, Lisa, and me and our four children. I work with my four older sisters (Mama just retired after 40 years), two brothers-in-law, cousins and plenty of nonrelatives too. I consider them all my family—or mia famiglia, as I like to say.

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Sure, we get on each other’s nerves sometimes (what family doesn’t?), but we also have a lot of fun. Together we’ve made everything from a six-foot-high replica of the Empire State Building to a life-sized racecar for NASCAR built from 24,000 cakes (that one took a few years off my life!) and we bake thousands of Italian pastries, cupcakes and wedding cakes each week.

I thank God that we’re so busy and that I get to do what I love. But even though I’m a fourth-generation baker I didn’t always think I had the gift.

There’s a saying about the men in our family, that our hands are blessed by God to do this work. My grandfather and great-grandfather were bread bakers back in Italy. My father, Buddy, Sr. (Bartolo was his given name, but everyone called him “Buddy”), came to America and he worked in bakeries too, only his specialty was pastries. When he was 25 he bought Carlo’s after the owner retired. A year later he married my mom, Mary. Together they ran the bakery and went on to have four daughters. Just when they thought they were done, guess who came along? Me.

It wasn’t until I was six I got my first taste of what my father did for a living. One day I stared up at him putting on his crisp white baker’s uniform and announced, “Daddy, I want to come to work with you.” That day he brought me to Carlo’s. I loved the sweet intoxicating aroma, the whirr of the machines, machines like I’d never seen before! Dad folded up an apron to fit around my waist and propped me up on a bucket so I could watch. In his hands pastry dough came alive. It hopped up on the rolling pin, unspooled, then lay flat like it was sleeping. It was like magic. I was in awe.

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The older I got, the more I went to the bakery with Dad. Not because I thought I was going to become a baker though. In fact, I thought I would not be taking it up. With a few strokes of a pencil, Dad could sketch out the most intricate, beautiful decorations for a wedding cake. Me? I had no artistic ability. Zero. My school art projects were disasters. (Thank God for today’s computer imaging systems at Carlo’s—if we relied on my sketches to sell our cakes we’d have gone out of business years ago!) Besides, Dad didn’t want me following in his footsteps. “You are not going to do this for a living,” he’d say in his husky Italian accent. “You are going to college.”

Still, he wanted me to learn responsibility. So he put me to work—and not in the back of the bakery where the action was. No, my job was to scrub floors and clean the bathroom, hard labor for a 12-year-old. Eventually he let me help with food prep—cracking eggs, even decorating cookies. One day he had me put the cherries on top of our popular sugar cookies.

“Why are you doing it with one hand?” Dad asked. “God gave you two hands, do two at once!” Every task was a chance to teach me how to do things right and then do them better.

Even if I wasn’t planning on being a baker, I loved watching Dad work. His fantastic cakes were legendary in Hoboken: multitiered wedding cakes, sheet cakes, specialty cakes, you name it. Customers would come in, see what he’d made and throw their arms around him. “Buddy! You’re the greatest! Thank you!” I thought it was pretty neat to do something that made so many people happy.

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Best show eva

i was looking for a story like this for my speech im doing it on cake boss and how much it inspiers me in my life thank u cake boss

buddy sorry to hear that ur dad daid thats hard to hear I know my lil sis dad had past way 3 years ago

Parents dream that all children achieve their dreams.
You have not only been able to achieve your dreams, but also those of your Famiglia.
You are an inspiration to us all.
Thanks.
L.M. from Italy.

my beat frind is the meanest in the world there names are alessa and sophia and they dont now that I hate them I hate them more then a a bear so alessa and sophia i still hate you

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cake boss it is so good and injoying and fun to wach to

love:monica

Wow, first of all I love your show; second, what an amazing story. I love that your family and you are very close. Keep up the good work.

WOW...this was an amazing story!!!! I've watched Cake Boss for the last few years and am always entertained by their antics and the fantastic creations. I feel like they're family...I'm sure so many do. God leads our lives if we let Him in and He will provide all our needs to to fulfill our purpose in life. Buddy's Dad is proudly looking down on him and his family knowing that they, and have, fulfilled not only their purpose in life, but his. Thank you for this beautiful story and thank you for being in our lives...you are an inspiration to many.

@Anonymous: It sounds familiar because it is in the Cake Boss book.

Awwww T.T

This is a great story.... but didn't you already run it? I just know I've read this before. Unfortunately, I give away my old copies of Guideposts for other people to enjoy, so couldn't check back. But it sure sounded familiar...

What a wonderful story and look at you now! Not a dry eye in this house. :)