Fourteen years of practice. Zero dollars of startup money.
I made my first jar of jam when I was 16. My mom is from Costa Rica, my dad is from here, and my kitchen is where those two worlds have always met. I've lived in Dallas my whole life and I love this city.
I come from humble beginnings. Everything I have, I worked for. I'll be honest with you: life has been hard, and some seasons have been genuinely bitter. But I'm a fighter, and making bitter jam turned out to be how I take something hard and turn it into something people want to eat.
That's the whole reason this page exists. Not for a handout — for a start. A stand, a stack of jars, the fruit to fill them, and the permits to sell them legally. After that, the jam does the work.