Our Story
Hello, my Beautiful Friends!
Let me start off by telling you how this all started.
“You’re never as stuck as you think you are”—that’s a phrase I would often meditate on during a season where, seemingly, everything was taken from my husband and me. Our car was repossessed. We were in a completely new state. We knew no one, and we had hardly any money.
It wasn’t until I obeyed the voice of the Lord, that things shifted. I looked around, and what stood out to me was a bottle of olive oil and a package of flour. That’s when I fully realized how much I really had.
You see, something happened the moment I pulled my made-from-scratch meal out of the oven. It was the first time I saw what I could make with my own hands. I’ll tell you, though—it tasted awful. But something about the whole process, from start to finish, became a curiosity. My brain was lit up: How can I make this? How can I make that?
This journey started out of a place of seemingly having nothing and has led to more abundance than I could have ever imagined.
Let’s start at the beginning.
In November 2021, my family moved from Washington State to Arizona, all upon the Lord’s leading. We knew one family here and had none of our own. We moved specifically for a church we knew God had called us to. After months of being here and struggling to make ends meet, I knew something had to break.
At the time, I was just a stay-at-home mom—six children, all under the age of six. I had always been the mom who made freezer meals, quick lunches, and easy breakfasts. I was also the mom who made fun of the granola moms who knew where every single ingredient they used came from.
In this season of life, I never expected the change would be me—that the thing needing to break most was my mentality.
It was a night like any other: me, looking into our cupboard and wondering what to make for dinner. Except this time, food was abnormally scarce—so much so that my brain couldn’t even piece together what I could make. That’s when I heard the Lord say, “Don’t focus on what you don’t have. Focus on what I have given you.”
He led my eyes to the bag of flour and the bottle of oil. Then immediately, the story of the widow and the oil that never ran out dropped into my spirit. My first thought was, I guess I can try to make a pizza from scratch.
Mind you, I had never attempted anything like that in my life. But being who I am, I immediately thought I could do it.
After looking up countless recipes using just what we had, I started the task. I found it to be somewhat therapeutic and yet chaotic at the same time. I had moments where I wondered, What am I doing? Who am I trying to be? Then reality would sweep over me—I had no other choice. This recipe had to work.
Upon finishing the homemade pizza, it was… disappointing, to say the least. Pale, with a hint of underdone, and lumpy in some places. It wasn’t exactly my finest work. And yet, at the same time, I was determined to keep at it.
The children ate it all, and no one complained a bit.
It was then that I realized how much I loved combining so many things together to get an amazing end result.
I started watching, reading, and fully consuming everything I could about baking from scratch. That’s how I came across a cinnamon roll recipe. I decided to try it—never having worked with yeast before. Again… my personality.
The recipe came out really good—so good that it shocked my husband into saying, “Why isn’t this gross?” with a genuinely confused look on his face.
I knew I’d found something.
Again and again, I baked cinnamon rolls for my neighbors, friends, and people from our church. I kept receiving rave review after rave review.
I never liked the idea of charging money for my baked goods. It just felt wrong. How could I charge for something that I saw as a blessing?
Then my mother-in-law called one evening and said she had a word for me from the Lord—and yes, it related exactly to the story of the widow and the oil. She began to tell me how she knew this would become a business and that the Lord would be faithful to provide… that the oil would never run out.
I couldn’t see past our current financial situation. After all, I was still using tumblers and mason jars to roll out dough. I was using everything I had—never realizing that God had so much more for us.
I reluctantly agreed and started posting in local groups—basically to anyone in my neighborhood I could advertise to, I did.
The business took off faster than I was prepared for, which gave God so much room to work.
As we began to be obedient and build the business—customer by customer, post by post—we started getting more kitchen tools. What used to be a tumbler was now a French rolling pin. Where I used to knead with my hands, now I had a brand-new KitchenAid.
Things progressed so quickly—it truly blew my mind.
And as the months went by and the orders piled up, we grew to a point where we actually needed more space for all of the kitchen appliances and tools.
