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About Modern Marjorie Bakehouse

Modern Marjorie Bakehouse began in my grandmother Marjorie’s kitchen, where love was never spoken plainly. It was folded into dough, pressed into pans, left cooling on the counter for anyone who needed it.

She taught me how to bake, but what she was really teaching me was how to stay. How to mark time. How to care for people when words fail or disappear entirely.

Marjorie is gone now. The kitchen is quieter. But baking is how I refuse her absence. Butter browns, sugar melts, ovens hum—and for a moment, she is here again. Not as nostalgia, but as practice. As ritual. As something still working its way into the world.

Everything made at Modern Marjorie Bakehouse is an act of remembrance. These are not just sweets. They are proof that love can survive loss, that memory can be made edible, that what was given once can still be given again.