Welcome to Trudles Catering!

Our Story

Kurt and Gertrude (Trudle) Binner immigrated to Chicago, Illinois from  Germany before the war.  Kurt, my grandfather took his pastry skills and apprenticed as a pastry chef at the Palmer House. After years of service there, they opened a bakery on 79th street in Chicago.  Moving to the southeast suburbs, they  opened  Maiers Bakery in a prime location next to the Homewood-Flossmoor train station. 


It was a full-service bakery using only quality ingredients . Customers  were greeted warmly by their first names, and their children were allowed to pick out “penny candy” as their parents ordered their freshly made baked goods.  The bakery was a convenient “stop over” for the commuters traveling into or going home from the city.   After 50 years of service Kurt and Trudle sold the bakery and headed for retirement.  


I loved those “bakery” days and longed to open a bakery of my own.  Cooking and baking good food, as well as, providing  helpful service seemed to energize me and I found this to be my passion.  To insure quality, I use only fresh ingredients and prepare the baked goods and dishes from scratch, as you would if time allowed.

After my husband graduated from seminary in Dallas, we moved our 4 kids to Evansville, IN.  Soon it was apparent that this town was a caring community & a great place to raise a family.  In 1995 I catered my first cocktail party for a dear friend here in Evansville and from that, Trudles Catering blossomed.  We moved to Chicago and during the eleven years we were there while raising our kids, Trudles Catering shared in many special events, weddings, birthdays, showers, cocktails and holiday parties both at corporate and personal levels.  Longing to be back with our Evansville community we moved back in 2017 after our kids had graduated from college and moved away.  Our warm welcome back to Evansville and reconnecting with old friends and making new friends has rekindled a fresh new look and desire to share your memories and help make your events become a cherished memory.

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