10/17/2026
Some exciting news from Sweet Stache Farms! 🥹
We've been working behind the scenes on something pretty big. And while nothing is set in stone just yet, we're currently working on getting our letter of intent together for a potential storefront on the University of Toledo campus!
Originally, we were looking at a location on Central Avenue, but sometimes plans change, and I'm really hoping this new direction works out.
But I want to talk about something a little bigger than opening a bakery.
I want to tell you what this shop would actually mean to me.
If everything works out, you'll still find us at the Downtown Toledo Farmers' Market. That's where so much of this journey has happened, and I'm not ready to walk away from it.
But my dream for this shop isn't to open just another bakery. Toledo has plenty of wonderful bakeries.
I want to create a community.
I want you to walk through the doors and feel like you've just walked into your grandma's kitchen. The kind where you're immediately offered something to eat, nobody cares if you stay a little too long, and somehow a quick visit turns into a two-hour conversation.
The kind of place where you can have a cookie, a cup of coffee, and a long chat on a day when you really need one.
I was raised by my grandparents, and I've always been pretty open about my childhood and some of the struggles that came with it.
But one thing I had, and still have, is the love of my grandparents.
I know not everyone grew up with that. Some people never got to experience it. Some have lost their grandparents and would give anything to sit at their kitchen table just one more time.
I'm incredibly fortunate that mine are still here. But watching them get older is something I don't think I'll ever really be ready for.
And the more I think about this shop, the more I realize that I'm not just building a business.
I'm trying to build a little piece of what they gave me.
A place where kindness matters. Where everyone is welcome. Where nobody feels like they don't belong.
And where things are just chaotic enough that you occasionally question the sanity of the woman running the place. 😂
A huge portion of my recipes have been passed down through generations on both my grandma's and grandpa's sides of the family.
I grew up baking bread and cookies with my great-grandmother. Some of my favorite childhood memories happened in a kitchen, with flour everywhere, learning things that I didn't realize would mean so much to me someday.
And now I get to share those recipes, those memories, and a little piece of my family with other people.
But I don't want it to stop at food.
I want laughter coming from the back of the shop during game nights. I want a book club where we can drink coffee, eat snacks, and talk absolute trash about fictional characters. (And let's be real, the books will probably be s**t. 😂)
I want cooking and baking classes for the person who has never made bread in their life, and for the person who has been baking for 30 years but wants to try something new.
I want family events, activities for kids, ridiculous games for adults, and opportunities for people to make friends they otherwise might never have met.
I want the mom who desperately needs an hour away from the chaos of motherhood to have somewhere to go.
I want the person who just moved to Toledo and doesn't know a soul to find their people.
I want grandparents bringing their grandchildren in for a cookie and accidentally starting a new family tradition.
I want people to come in as strangers and eventually recognize each other by name.
All while my great-grandmother's old recipe box hangs on the wall, silently judging every single one of us. Because I promise you, that woman would have had something to say. 😂
People always say it takes a village to raise a child.
But somewhere along the way, I think a lot of us lost our villages.
And I don't think it's just children who need one. Mothers need one. Caregivers need one. People who are lonely, overwhelmed, starting over, or just trying to get through another Tuesday need one too.
I want to build a little village.
One with good food, questionable humor, a whole lot of laughter, and people who genuinely care about one another.
Maybe that sounds like a ridiculous amount of responsibility to put on a little bakery.
But I don't think it is.
I think sometimes a community starts with something as simple as a kitchen table, a plate of cookies, and someone making room for you to sit down.
And if I can create even a fraction of the warmth my grandparents gave me growing up, I'll consider that something worth being proud of.
We're still in the very early stages, and there are plenty of things that have to fall into place before this becomes a reality.
But I wanted to share the dream with you, because I hope that someday, when you walk through those doors, it feels a little bit like coming home. ❤️
— Sweet Stache Farms