10/14/2026
The pandemic period was the time I had to dive into the kitchen and rediscover myself. Every birthday, lunch with friends, or simple visit became an opportunity to share everything I was discovering about myself at that moment. There were many cakes, sweets, and all the creations that my intensity and curiosity led me to make.
But it was at Tata’s wedding, a dear friend who invited me to plan the event and prepare the traditional Brazilian dessert table, that something truly profound happened. I had no idea of the size of the challenge, but what drove me was the desire to do something I had never done before. When the big day arrived, everything was beyond what I could have imagined delivering. The conversations around the cake table, the compliments, and the joy I felt made me realize that immigration had not taken my profession away, it had given me something even greater. Only an experience like immigrating, combined with the lockdown and an inquisitive mind, could have led me to discover that a new version of myself was emerging.
I discovered a passion and accessed hidden or archived memories that only revealed themselves through my vulnerability. Someone as communicative and social as I am needed to find another way to offer care to others, and that’s when my grandmother’s story became so significant to me. I realized that I had found not only a new profession, but an identity that speaks to who I truly am.
I am made of the language of love and care, and that intention is present in everything I do. The opening of Made With Love was the beginning of many personal discoveries, because it was never just about selling sweets. It was always about sharing.