About us

From a young age, the kitchen became my second home, filled with warmth and the comforting hum of mixing bowls, whisks, and the occasional joyful laughter. Baking cookies and cakes with my mother and grandmother was more than just a tradition—it was a way of sharing love, learning, and creating memories that still fill my heart with happiness.

It wasn't just the act of baking itself that I loved, but the connection it brought—talking about life, telling stories, and sharing dreams while the smell of something delicious filled the air. The cookies were always perfectly golden, and the cakes never failed to rise with a fluffy, inviting texture. And of course, there was always the best part: sitting around the table together, knowing we’d created something that would be enjoyed by our family for years to come.

Even now, thousands of miles away from home, when I bake, I carry that same passion and sense of connection with me. Every batch feels like a tribute to those warm moments spent in the kitchen with the women who taught me not just how to bake, but how to make life a little sweeter.