My story is about more than food—it’s about prioritizing peace, structuring freedom into my life above all else, and living intentionally.
I didn’t grow up in a fancy kitchen surrounded by culinary excellence. I grew up in a town where food was delicious and down to Earth– it was a way to show care and connection, and most importantly, a means to survive.
My childhood wasn’t without challenges. I faced struggle and emotional complexity that forced me to grow up faster than most. Those experiences taught me resilience, the importance of independence, and the power that lies behind a sincere intent to create a life that feels true to who you are, no matter what (or who) stands in your way.
When I was just a teenager, I made the bold decision to leave home. I didn’t have a clear plan, but I had a vision that I could feel—I knew I wanted to build something meaningful. Most would say my first job in a professional kitchen wasn’t glamorous, but to me, it was everything. It sparked something in me that lit my soul on fire. Working 80-120 hour weeks, I learned quickly which foods boosted my energy and which ones zapped me.
Structure, organization, and swift movements trickled into the way I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and dressed myself; time management and nutrient dense foods performed miracles on my life, mind, and body.