Hi, I’m Emily
Hi, I’m Emily—the baker behind Maison de Miel.
For me, baking has always been about more than food. It’s about family, connection, and those small, everyday moments that somehow become the ones we remember most. I grew up watching my mom and grandmother cook without recipes—just their hands, their hearts, and a whole lot of love. I still remember when they’d wake up early to make my grandma’s ravioli sauce, letting it simmer all day. The house smelled incredible, and you just knew something special was coming.
Today, I feel that same pull toward the kitchen. It’s where I go when I need to reset and where I create when I want to care for people. Baking is one of the ways I love others. Whether it’s cookies after a long day, bread to eat at a family dinner, or something special for a celebration, I’m always thinking about how what I make can brighten someone’s day.
Maison de Miel—”House of Honey”—is named in honor of my grandma, who we lovingly called “Honey.” It’s a tribute to her and to all the strong, kind women who came before me. Everything I bake carries a piece of their story. And now, I get to share that with you.
This little bakery is built on heritage, heart, and the belief that food connects us in beautiful ways. I’m so glad you’re here.
Joy’s Stories
One of the biggest influences, growing up, as I said, was my mom, Joy.
The kitchen has always been my mother’s stage, and I was always her captivated audience. I’d sit on the counter, feet dangling, watching her hands move with practiced grace—kneading dough, stirring sauces, tasting with that instinct only she had. She never needed a recipe; everything was measured in memory and love.
The scent of garlic and sweet bread felt like home, and in those moments, I knew I was witnessing something sacred. My mom wasn’t just making dinner—she was nourishing hearts, anchoring our family with every bite. She taught me that cooking wasn’t about impressing people; it was about loving them well. Over the years, she passed that love of cooking down to me—not just the skills, but the patience, the generosity, the quiet joy.
I hope you enjoy a few memories my mom passed down to me here:
