My Story

After a layoff from the tech world, I found myself in the kitchen more than anywhere else — butter in the pan, eggs from the backyard coop.

One batch turned into tweaks. Tweaks turned into standards, and standards into obsession.

I couldn’t settle for average texture. I wanted edges with structure. Centers with chew. Deep brown butter flavor — not just sweet for the sake of sweet.

Somewhere along the way, it stopped being therapy
and started being intentional. I didn’t just want to bake cookies.
But wanted to build my version of the perfect one.