Okay so, honestly? It started with Ouma's cookies. The birthday cake book I was obsessed with as a kid. That family recipe book that somehow lives in every kitchen we've ever had.

It's how I stay close to my mom from km's away. Our love language is swapping recipe photos, obviously. It's morning biscotti with Mike. It's the cake that shows up to the dinner party. The cookie box that lands on someone's desk on a Tuesday for no reason at all.

My cookies are named after all the kiddies in my life. After moving to the Netherlands, they're the ones who make it feel like home. They make me laugh, they make me smile, they bring people together. That's what I want the cookies to do too.

It's the colour. It's the fun. It's the little hit of joy between everything else. (I promise I'm not just hiding from my inbox. Mostly.)

My mission is simple. Hero the flavour, not the fussiness. A slightly wonky cookie that tastes like a warm hug will always beat a Pinterest-perfect one that tastes like disappointment.

Welcome to my little corner of joy. So glad you're here.

— Suanne