After years as a corporate Vice President, I was burnt out. My husband supported me when I left. I went back to baking and cooking. Watching my kids eat what I’d made — and cooking beside my mom — was the happiest I’d been in a long time.
My mother, Kelly, has spent over twenty-five years as a professional lead chef. She used to talk about a small place of her own: a stand with spring rolls, egg rolls, and nem nướng like the ones sold in her hometown. I was a teenager then. I watched her work hard for us and hoped I’d get to help someday.
Now I can. Her years on the line, my years in an office, one kitchen. It’s a dream she held for decades, and I get to build it with her.
The name is a tribute to her, because it starts with my mom.