There's a blue apron that belonged to my grandfather — the one he wore every time he cooked. I grew up watching both my grandfathers in the kitchen. One let me host 'cooking shows' while he recorded on camera. The other never denied a request to cook together. My mom got me into baking in the fourth grade — she praised my first pie crust like I'd won something.

I found my way back to baking as an adult — not as a job, but as something that made sense when little else did. Moving my hands, following a process, feeding people I love. Every week I bake for my family. Every fourth Sunday I bring it to my community at the Old Town Tustin flea market, where my business partner Verna and I run Hanging by a Thread.

The Tiny Oven is what happens when you bake for love long enough that other people notice. Small batches. Real ingredients. Made in a home kitchen by someone who means it.