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For as long as I can remember, I've loved baking. There are many childhood photos of me, in a diaper, rolling some mystery dough. The older I got, the more recipes I tried, and the more I baked. If you count childhood, I've been baking for probably close to 30 years. I love making people smile with a surprise box of deliciousness. For me, baking = happiness. It makes me happy to stir up sweet confections in my kitchen, and even happier, when I see that smile appear, like magic, when you open up a magical box. 

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In 2017 my husband and I found ourselves at the beginning of what became a very long hospital stay in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. All day, every day, I watched nurses, doctors, respiratory therapists, pediatric ophthalmologists and countless other specialists give the best care they could. They were also very sensitive to my needs, as the mother of a micro-preemie. Oftentimes, I found myself in awe of these professionals...they were quite literally saving my son's life, on a daily basis. I had to do something to show my profound gratitude. I figured that no simple gift would be good enough to show my appreciation, so I began baking. 

When you make food for someone, you're not only giving them something to eat, you're also giving them a gift that shows you felt they were special enough to spend a good portion of your evening, in the kitchen, making something for them to enjoy. I had a pretty good sized red Tupperware container, so I always used that as it seemed to hold just the right amount of treats. Pretty regularly, I would bring salted chocolate chip, oatmeal chocolate chip, sandwich cookies with cream cheese filling, and anything else I could find a good recipe for. 

After 50 or so days in the NICU, many of the nurses and medical professionals would greet me with an extra large smile when they saw me rounding the corner, Tupperware in hand. One such day, as I was heading to my son's room after handing the Tupperware to the secretary at the front desk, I heard a nurse scurry out of the break room and pop her head into a nearby patient room. "The magical red box is back!" I heard her whisper loudly to her colleague. I chuckled and thought to myself, they are pretty good, but I don't know if I'd call them magical. When our regular nurse came in to greet me she thanked me for the cookies and told me, "They were just magic." I just laughed and she said, "Hey, sometimes, after some of the shifts we have, a homemade chocolate chip cookie is magic."

Baking is my jam. I love doing it and I pride myself in doing it well. We make small batch cookies, cupcakes, breads, and other sweet treats with love and care. On select  Wednesdays, I will post a featured treat menu on Facebook and Instagram. You can preorder for contactless pick-up, or local delivery*.  

Pre-orders close Friday afternoon at 3pm

*delivery fee is $15 on minimum orders of $25