Baking has always been a special part of my life.
When I was little, I’d help my mom make goodies for church events. I remember watching her toss ingredients into a bowl without measuring, then sniffing the batter to make sure it was “edible.” As I got older, I started writing down the recipes she made up in her head—or the ones she tweaked endlessly from family hand-me-downs.
The kitchen was always a place filled with love, mouthwatering smells, laughter, a few tears, and plenty of dancing to Shania Twain.
I’ve never been great at expressing myself through words, but working on recipes—getting lost in creating something delicious—has always been my way of speaking. My treats say exactly what I feel: warmth, love, and comfort, all wrapped up in something sweet.
Since I can remember, my mom and I have shared this wild dream of opening a bakery together. And now, I’m here to make that dream feel a little less wild—and a whole lot more real.