11/11/2025
When I started baking, I had no clue what I was doing. I’m serious — I used to burn the pre-made cookie dough from the store. I didn’t grow up baking, and I definitely didn’t think I’d ever start something like this.
At the end of 2024, just over a year ago, life forced me to slow down. Shortly after 2025 began, life forced me to speed up, a lot. Between health challenges, healing, and trying to find myself, I started baking again. Somewhere in between the messes and the learning, I’ve found it’s something that calms me. Something that reminds me to slow down and be proud of the little things.
This isn’t some big business. I’m still learning, still figuring it all out, and still shocked I even made more than one sale. But I’m doing it anyway.
I’m doing it for me — to keep growing, to keep healing, and to create something good and real.
I’m doing it for my son. To show him that it’s okay to start small, to mess up, and to keep trying. That beautiful things can come from simple beginnings — even burnt cookie dough.
I’m doing it for the days I need to slow down and remember what truly matters. Every recipe, every jar, every batch… it’s a piece of my healing and my hope — for both of us.
Thank you for being here, for cheering me on, and for helping me build this from scratch. 🌿
