My Story

Growing up in a traditional Greek household, life was filled with the aromas, flavors, and warmth of my beloved Greece. Tradition, history, and passion weren’t just concepts, they were woven into the very fabric of my daily life. From the moment the sun rose to the time we gathered around the table, food was more than sustenance. It was love, connection, and heritage served on a plate.

I can still recall the magic of our kitchen. The air would fill with the rich, comforting smells of my mother’s cooking, the golden scent of butter browning, the sweetness of honey drizzling, and the sounds of eggs cracking. When my mother tied on her apron, it was a signal to everyone that something wonderful was about to be created. Each delight was more than a delight; it was a story, passed down through generations, crafted with patience and care.

Years later, I carry those same recipes with me, like treasures passed from one heart to another. They are the recipes that taught me the power of tradition, the beauty of simplicity, and the joy of sharing. With every batch I bake, I am reminded of the love and laughter in our home and the pride my family took in every plate they served.

I was fortunate to live in Greece for several years, where I experienced firsthand the magic that inspired my childhood memories. The people, with their warmth and hospitality, taught me that food is never just food; it is a celebration of life. The breathtaking landscapes, the sunlit villages, and the bustling markets brimmed with flavors that confirmed what I had always known: Greece is as rich in taste as it is in history and beauty.

Today, I bring these traditions to you through my bakeshop. Each pastry, each recipe, is crafted with the same love and devotion that began in my mother’s kitchen. My hope is simple: that with every bite, you feel the warmth of family, the richness of heritage, and the joy of Greece.

Welcome to my table. May you savor these flavors as much as I have cherished them my whole life.