A Valentine to Hough Bakeries
This Valentine’s Day, I am remembering Hough Bakeries, a beloved Cleveland institution from yesteryear. If it were still around, I would stop by this week to pick up heart-shaped sugar cookies. Ask any Clevelander of my generation or older whether they remember Hough Bakeries, and you will get a wistful smile. If you know, you know. For some, it was the chocolate cupcakes. For others, the chocolate chip cookies. I devoured their corn cakes , toasted and smothered in butter, for breakfast. All treats came home in signature blue-and-white bags or boxes. But everyone—truly everyone—enjoyed a Hough cake on their birthday. It was invariably a white (almond) cake with buttercream frosting. Grazing on the leftovers for breakfast the next day was a tradition. Visiting Hough Bakeries was at least a weekly ritual before anyone realized that sugar and carbs were unhealthy. When my parents were out of town, our (honorary) Aunt Sondra brought us treats from Hough Bakeries to l...
