Some of my fondest childhood memories were created in the kitchen, tucked by the side of my mom and grandmother. Growing up as a middle child in a bustling household with five kids, those baking sessions were my quiet haven. They passed down their craft not just with techniques, but with quick humor, gentleness, and what felt like endless love. When I left home, baking became my anchor—a way to recreate the comfort of home wherever I went. Now, continuing that tradition is how I honor their legacy and keep their spirits alive.