When I was just a child, my grandmother would pull a stool up to the kitchen counter, hand me a flour-dusted apron, and say, “Alright, Tabbi, let’s bake some magic.”  Baking with her was more than just combining ingredients - it was a ritual filled with love, laughter, and patience.  She showed me how to feel the dough with my hands, how to listen to the quiet sizzle of the butter melting in a pan, and above all, how to pour heart into every recipe. The scent of fresh scones floating through the house is still one of my favorite memories, always followed by her warm smile as she pulled them from the oven.  

As I got older, those moments stuck with me. They became the foundation of a dream I couldn’t shake-to bring that same sense of comfort and joy to others.  So, from the heart of my own home kitchen, I started a small baking business in her honor.  Every order is made by hand, just steps from where I first learned to bake, with her photo nearby to remind me who inspired it all 

From day one, I wanted this to be more than just baked goods - I wanted people to feel welcome, to feel at home.  That’s why I pour the same love and care into every batch of sweet, buttery scones, just as my grandmother taught me.  They’re soft, flaky, and filled with a dash of nostalgia.  Whether I’m preparing an order for a neighbor down the street or someone discovering us for the first time online, I want every bite to feel like a warm hug.

What better way to share comfort than with something homemade, buttery, and sweet?  These scones are more than just a treat - they’re a little piece of my grandmother’s legacy, baked with love and shared from my home to yours.