Stories

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.