Stories

Recently, a lovely customer got in touch and asked if I could make a treat for her child who’s dairy-free. I was more than happy to take on the challenge after all, everyone deserves something sweet, no matter their dietary...

I found an old photo recently, little me, tongue out, queen cakes cooling on the rack, a drawing somewhere off to the side. That kitchen table, my Mammy's recipe, the smell of something buttery in the oven. Some things never change. Here's the bake that started it all.

There's a smell that hits you before you even get through the door — warm, yeasty, unmistakably homemade. My mother's brown bread is the recipe that started it all for me. Except it's not really a recipe. It never has been.

In August 2023, I spent three weeks living in Aida Refugee Camp in Bethlehem and it changed how i perceived the world. When the situation in Gaza escalated months later, baking was the only way I knew to show up. Here's the story behind Shelly's Palestinian fundraiser box.