07/22/2026
FORTY ONE ice cream sandwiches are leaving my kitchen this week and I am overwhelmed with gratitude. 🥹
This has never been about making money for me. Ever.
Growing up, cooking was a love language. I mean, I grew up Southern Baptist.. for every sad day, bad day, good day, and Sunday, there was a meal. But in our own home, if I was sick, mom made my favorite food. Rough day? Favorite dessert. Road trip? Hand made snacks. It’s just the way we say, “I love you,” in my family.
My grandmothers were also amazing cooks. I learned so much from both of them over the years and some of my favorite treasures are their handwritten recipes that sit in my pantry.
When I bake, time doesn’t exist. I feel so much peace, joy, and happiness in my kitchen. 🩷 so thank you so much for allowing me to do what I love by continuing to order from me. I treasure the relationships I make with each of you, and love to see returning clients.
Thank you for picking me, out of all of the home bakeries!