My Story

I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, where my fondest memory was the corner ice cream parlor where everyone gathered to meet for a tasty cool treat on a scorching summer day. My favorite dessert was the strawberry shortcake which consisted of two hot buttermilk biscuits served with a few scoops of vanilla ice cream, topped off with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. Yum!

I used to push aside all of the toppings just to get to that warm, buttery biscuit that lay at the bottom of the cup, sopped with the flavors of the ice cream and strawberries... because who needed the toppings when the biscuit had absorbed every bit of the entire dessert?!  A taste of heaven.

My love for baking was discovered when I found myself searching my kitchen for ways to recreate all of my favorite desserts I'd consumed as a child. Cookies, cakes, and pies (oh my)were only baked on holidays. But I would often find myself starting days, (and then weeks) ahead, because I was too excited to wait for the holiday delights. Holiday baking, had quickly turned into "just because" baking. You can never have too many sweets swarming your kitchen right?!

My admiration for baking goes beyond the kitchen. It reaches into the depths of my heart, and inspires me to nourish that little girl that still lies within me, no longer having to contain my excitement or the anticipation of a holiday to bake. Because I get to do what I love, every...single...day. And I couldn't  be happier.