Bio

And so it all began…

Why Desmond and Beatrice you may ask? Desmond James is my father’s father and Beatrice Rose is my mother’s mother.  Poppy and grandma as I like to call them and ironically they both hate to cook and bake and have anything to do with the kitchen except make the best cups of tea I could ever ask for.  They both have had a stronger influence than they would ever know; my grandma used to sneak cookies into the bedside table between the single beds that my sister and I slept in when we stayed at her house, always insisting that we ate them before bed!  My poppy was my granny’s biggest fan; she was hands down the best cook, making everything from scratch and wasting nothing.  I didn’t appreciate it like I should have but my poppy praised her every dish and dessert.  It was that praise that made me realize she was onto something.  I love them.

I was forever baking with my mom growing up. She taught me everything I know about baking and she still continues to help.  Now I am a mom myself and I feel so fortunate to be able to do something that allows me to spend loads of time with my baby.  I would hate to miss a minute of her anything.

Thank you to my closest friends for all of your encouragement to get this going and to my amazing husband who is endlessly and relentlessly encouraging and supporting my everything.

“Sometimes me think what is love, and then me think love is what last cookie is for. Me give up the last cookie for you.” –cookie monster