The Origin Story
Born Mid-Batch,
Named with Love
It started with a trip my husband took — sweet jalapeños he couldn't stop thinking about. Back home, he spent months working through hundreds of batches, each one terrible, chasing that flavor. Then, finally, he found it.
The day that recipe clicked, he was mid-cook when it was time to head to the hospital. For anyone who's ever canned, you know you cannot walk away. The cook, the boiling jars, the timing — it's a commitment. He finished the batch first.
We rushed to the hospital. Our daughter Ceci arrived almost immediately after we walked through the door.
When we got home, the jars were lined up on the counter, still warm. We looked at them. We looked at our daughter. The name wrote itself. Now I make every batch — the same recipe, the same obsession, every single jar.
“The jars were lined up on the counter, still warm. We looked at them, we looked at our daughter. The name wrote itself.”
