Born in Canada to a Scouse Dad and a Brummie Mum, we came back to the UK when I was aged 4yrs — bringing a bundle of Canadian family recipes with us. As a girl, I falteringly tried to follow them, wrestling with saucepans that were too big and instructions I had to adjust, swapping UK ingredients where Canadian ones didn’t exist. But somehow, the bakes stuck around.

These are the recipes I reach for when I need to bake something from the heart — the ones that appear at Christmas, get wrapped in tea towels, and passed across kitchen tables. Slowly, in shared kitchens and creative corners, I started baking for friends.

A little more often. A little more confidently. Still beige. Still beautiful.

Then one day, in my local coffee shop, someone casually said:

“We’re looking for home bakers… want to drop in some samples?”

A few weeks (and a few batches) later — Beige But Beautiful was born. A bashful baker sharing the bakes I was raised with, and honestly tickled pink (or let’s say, tickled tan) that people want to buy them.