Tiny Kitchen Treats

05/13/2026

Trying to overcome my posting paralysis — which for me is some combination of no alone time, the world feeling like it’s actively on fire, and imposter syndrome because this is very obviously not a cookie account anymore.

So here’s a little life dump lately —

Starting with a thirst trap picture of my husband. For those who know… I’m allowed approximately one post a year. Preferably while he’s wearing sunglasses. Please do not tell him if you recognize this from Instagram or the annual allowance may be revoked permanently.

Next up: an impromptu family trip to one of my favorite places. Saint Martin. We’ve been many times just us, but this was the first with the kids — and somehow we even got my in-laws there too. Turns out I wasn’t depressed. I was just critically low on sunshine, French pastries, beach air, and Caribbean food.

Then back to reality, which honestly isn’t so bad when you have incredible friends, family, and a band that lets you live out your performer dreams while hanging with your homies.

It helps that most of my girls are performers and bad ass business women too. There’s a certain kind of unspoken understanding that happens when you’re all out here trying to build something beautiful out of thin air while simultaneously questioning your sanity every other Tuesday.

And it felt extra special this week to spend the night Usually when I’m there, I’m shopping for vintage treasures and convincing myself I “have nowhere to put it.” But this night I got to watch her tell s*x jokes in front of her husband which, if you ask me, is a level of courage few possess.
And last, but definitely not least — five years after moving to the burbs, I finally feel like I’m finding my way back to myself. A journey made a whole lot easier when the people who love you actually see you — gifting me bad ass jewelry, vintage treasures for my home, and little reminders that the truth is: New York City still lives inside of me.

And sure, the world feels dark sometimes. But maybe that’s exactly when we need to be the light most. And maybe it was never just about cookies anyway. 💛

03/30/2026

Girls night, date night, couples night, random walk-ins who never left … we saw it all on Saturday and our one year anniversary show. The house was packed. The dance floor was hot and sweaty and our hearts are still full. Thank you for bringing the energy the vibes

01/15/2026

My mom always told me I was going have a daughter just like me one day and boooooooy was she right. I love you, my sweet and spicy little nut.

01/14/2026

To the person who messaged me “I miss you posting happy/cookie content” JOIN THE CLUB. But also, here’s a happy little cooking sitting on a cloud of cotton candy to brighten up your day.

07/25/2025

“The goal isn’t to look young. The goal is to look beautiful—at every age.”


Last night, I learned something that left me in awe: our skin—the largest organ in the body—isn’t just a passive surface. It’s intelligent, living, and equipped with its own defense systems. And while we can’t erase all the damage of the past, we can improve it—with intention, care, and yes, sunscreen that doesn’t leave you looking like a ghost (it exists, and it’s brilliant).

What truly moved me was hearing from founder Richard Parker (whom wisely sat me next to). Richard has spent the last 35 years studying the science of skin. His work is deeply personal. Hailing from the sun-soaked shores of Australia, both of his brothers have battled skin cancer—while Richard hasn’t. A testament to the power of epigenetics: daily, conscious care that influences how our genes express over time.

Today, his mission is to help others do the same—creating products rooted in science, purpose, and clarity. A rationale approach in an industry saturated with irrational promises.

Richard has spent years refining zinc technology using the same innovations behind tinted contact lenses. The result? A mineral sunscreen that goes on completely translucent, with the subtlest tint. No chalky cast. Just skin that looks like skin.

His seven-step system, designed for day and night, supports the skin at every layer—cleansing, protecting, replenishing. And for someone like me who gets overwhelmed by routines? The products are numbered. Heaven.

But what really struck me: in an industry that thrives on fear and insecurity, Richard is a quiet revolutionary—refusing to sell fear, and choosing instead to offer knowledge, integrity, and results.

What a joy it was to dine under the sky surrounded by beautiful successful women and to be nourished in every sense. I walked away reminded that beauty and wellness are not at odds, but deeply intertwined.

Blown away. Grateful. Re-inspired. Thank you

07/01/2025

5/5 ⭐️ would travel with/marry again (and again).

I love hard. Real hard. Full heart, no hesitation, dramatically HARD. And that includes my friends.

Somewhere along the way, we got the idea that kind of devotion was only for romance. But said it best: Friendship is what will save us (flip through to find a copy of his print I have at home)

Grateful beyond words for the gift that is . The kind of friend who:
— helps me carry the 3 drinks I need to have on hand at all times
— Stops and pets every horse with me whilst on a 20 mile part of her dad’s 20 mile “scenic” bike ride
— stands beside me while I feverishly debate a DJ’s music/life choices
— fully commits to the “we’re on our honeymoon” story
— joins the search party for my phone (that’s under the wine menu)
— books us a trail ride into the mountains and straight from outta the set of my fave show ever because you know I don’t get to do this sort of thing for myself a lot and that I haven’t been on a horse in ages, even though it’s my favorite thing in the world.

Love isn’t always candles and slow songs. Sometimes it’s a smoke and Chapelle at 3am and them not killing you for still getting up at 6:30 AM because your internal mom-clock won’t let you snooze.

Very simply put- it’s a person who lets you be fully, wildly yourself—and loves you even more for it.

Til 💀do us part.

Thanks for making a really good one

04/13/2025

03/14/2025

There was a time when I couldn’t even bake for my own kids’ birthdays—now, I go all out. This year, that meant a custom piñata (which, of course, I forgot to get a good picture of—but swipe to the last slide for a glimpse of her in all her glory).

And while I’m no professional cake decorator, but I’m pretty proud of how far I’ve come. When you work side by side with the queen of cakes (aka Auntie ), you pick up a thing or two…

03/02/2025

The Wilton chapter’s first month of Mama Collective was everything I knew it could be AND MORE. We shared, we sat in (mostly) silence and listened. We cried, we laughed and we ATE SO MUCH WAEM OLIVE CAKE. I’m so excited for the work that we are doing and the seeds of support we are planting together and forever grateful to our founder for letting me carry this torch with her.

For March, we will be meeting on Fridays, from 9:30-12pm. The 7th is full, but We still have three spots left for 3/14 and two spots left for 3/21. DM me to grab and yes- there will always be warm olive oil cake ✨

02/27/2025

I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR.

Posting this feels a little scary—not just because it’s the most b***s I’ve ever put out there, but because people act like we don’t all have ni***es or use them to feed our babies. Humans are strange. But I’m posting anyway, because I believe in living unashamed and unfiltered. So here I am, nursing my two-year-old, because right now, I get to be her mom and her full-time dairy cow.

Beyond being a human milk machine, I’m only just now starting to feel like myself again—two years postpartum. Through hard work, an amazing support system, and the daily challenge of trying to be a good mom, I’ve actually become the woman I always knew I could be.

This year, I’ve said no to things that don’t serve me (goodbye, people-pleasing) and YES to every so-called “crazy” idea I’ve had.

Want to be in a band and play gigs? Do it.
Want to start a weekly women’s discussion group? Absolutely.
Want to be a chef? Why not.
Want to launch a small business consulting company with your best friend? Hell yes.

Every single day, we are given the chance to change, to grow, to apologize, to connect, to correct past mistakes, to say no to the things that drain us and yes to the experiences and people that make our hearts soar.

I know the world can feel dark, but you can learn to fly above it—if you find your inner light and stop clipping your own wings.

10/10/2024

MOOD 😑

07/06/2024

Celebrating our nation’s independence with the humans I made who, ironically, took away my freedom 😅. Parenting is HARD, but ya know what these little humans also blessed me with the gift of fresh eyes. It sure if anyone else feels this way, but Fireworks don’t do much for me 🫣. They all look the same year after year, but in the last shot you’ll see what I did instead of watching the fireworks this year 😍and I recommend it 💯. Also if you’ve been considering an Au paire, our Argentinian angel has changed my life so here’s the sign you’ve been waiting for to DO IT. I also highly recommend getting yourself a rowdy village who throw kid friendly parties at their dreamy homes and take picture of you holding your b***s while one of the tiny freedom thieves whoops you in a race