The Promise
Hi, I’m Sudipta, your homespun pastry chef. I am not a professionally trained pâtissier. My tiny home bakery offers fresh bakes hand sculpted from quality ingredients with patience, attention and care—all of which are in short supply in today’s busy world.
I don’t use preservatives, I don’t mass-produce, and I don’t rush the art. I bake only to order so that each bite is fragrant, flavourful, and fulfilling—not a thoughtless hash that has been sitting on a shelf for days. Cookies are not meant to be purposeful; they are designed to be pleasurable. So when you place an order, we don't transact—we converse and connect, and your items are prepared with “you” in mind in my clean home kitchen, to unlock the truly bespoke gustatory experience I promise.
The Prelude
Sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought…*
Something beautiful often emerges from a place of loss and pain as did For Cookies’ Sake!
Mixing, kneading, and baking brought me peace in troubled times. I had just lost both parents in quick succession and felt unmoored, floating about like a character outside its play! I didn’t know where I belonged, where I was coming from or headed to. I needed something to steady me, and the simple no-knead bread answered my desperate call for quiet comfort. Baking helped me slow down, breathe, and feel grounded again.
Once I got the basics right, something clicked. I discovered that I could bake — and not just bread. Soft dinner rolls, savoury buns, and basil–pesto swirls slowly became part of my routine. And eventually, I tried cookies, the culmination of my craft.
Cookies were my mother’s delight. As I tried and failed and tried again, correcting, improving, and refining the taste, texture, aroma, and feel, I could see Ma’s face behind the gentle curtain of steam rising from her coffee mug—calm and contented—alternating her sips with small bites of her beloved cookie, claiming a moment for herself in the middle of a busy day.
The Hope
I hope each cookie gives you a simple, genuine moment of enjoyment—flavour that lingers, an aroma that invites you to slow down, and a feeling that stays with you long enough to lift the day. If it nudges you toward appreciation for the small, steady joys of life, that is all I could ask for.
*From ‘To a Skylark’ (1820) by P. B. Shelly