People ask me often how I came up with my cookie flavors. And I didn’t know what to say for a while. I thought they just… came to me really.
But when I slowed down—when I meditated (oh my gosh, meditation is the best drug)—I started seeing the stories hidden in them. Every flavor has a memory. A feeling. A little piece of healing.
The pistachio cookie is my brother. When I was in high school, I barely ate...Focused on the skinny ya know. So, He used to make me pistachio pudding after school. Sometimes he didn’t mix it all the way, so little chunks of powder stayed. And I loved it. It made me feel cared for. That’s why pistachio cookies exist in my life.
The strawberry-vanilla cookie is a 90s doll I found at a yard sale. She had red hair, a mushroom-shaped dollhouse, and her head smelled like chapstick-strawberry. That little plastic detail turned into a cookie.
The lemon citrus cookie came from a cake I made years ago. Bright, colorful, covered in candy. I was so proud of that cake—it carried joy, so now it carries joy as a cookie.
The Jell-O inspired cookies? Childhood summers. Lime Pickle Pops. Penny candies from the corner store. Sitting at the beach with grape soda and sticky hands. They’re not just flavors. They’re snapshots of feelings.
When I bake, I’m not just making cookies. I’m chasing the feelings inside them—and offering those feelings to someone else.