What started as a way to process grief has become a labor of love, supported by my chosen family. My best friends and family convinced me to stop giving away cookies for free, and Ara’s Bakehaus was born. The name comes from my childhood nickname, “Ara,” given to me by my best friend when we were just two years old. She’s been calling me Ara ever since, and now her niece and my nieces call me Tía Ara. “Bakehaus” reflects the heart of my cookies—they’re baked in my home, with love, for the family I’ve chosen. Ara’s Bakehaus is a tribute to Aaron and the people who’ve supported me every step of the way. Every cookie I bake is made with love, honor, and a deep sense of gratitude for the connections that make life sweet.