I am a self-taught baker and food photographer who, not long ago had no interest in creating food (just eating it)! A civil engineer by trade, it wasn’t until the birth of my daughter in 2013, that I discovered my love of creating in the kitchen. Determined to learn as much as I could, I taught myself how to make French macarons, bread, brioche, layered cakes and, of course, non-traditional pie!
I live in an old stone home in an old small town in Ontario, Canada. Within those stone walls, is pure and utter chaos as I try to herd our three children (Olive, Henry and Penny) alongside my husband Scott! When I’m not in my kitchen and not child-ing in our home, you can find me selling pies at markets or lost in a cubical maze in a government engineering office. I’m the one sitting over in the corner daydreaming about… well… anything but engineering.
This little blog started as a means for me to write letters to my daughter and to share my favourite recipes with whoever would read it (which more than likely was only my mother at the time)! I’m the nostalgic one in our family who wants to record every moment so when we are 90 and reminiscing about the good ol’ days I can pull up the blog and say “See! Here! Aren’t you glad I documented that 60 years ago?” Over the years my blog morphed into what you see today – a sea of white and a ton of culinary trials that hubby so graciously tests with dignity and composure (most of the time…) My photography style has changed and my prop collection has grown, but the one thing that has stayed constant is my belief in family-centred baking. One on the hip, one on the counter, the other of the stool!
Thanks so much for stopping by my little corner of the universe! Take some time and say hello! 
