As I brought my cheesecake to family gatherings, it seemed like I could turn even a cheesecake-snob into a cheesecake-lover.
          Near the end of my thirties, I went through a divorce that left me searching for a back-up plan that I hadn’t yet created.
          In 2009, I decided to take my passion and run with it. I created something of my own. Something I could count on. Something I can pass down to my girls so that they don’t have to worry about financial security or their back-up plan. Out of my hardship came Auntie Jill’s.
          Today, in between tennis practice and soccer games, my girls and I find time to do what we have come to love. Only now, we’re able to share what we love with others.  

           In fourth grade my mother introduced me to the art of baking. One Sunday night we decided to make cookies. I wanted to make chocolate chip cookies, but we were out of chocolate chips. So I settled for my mother’s applesauce-walnut cookies. Though the 9-year-old in me grudgingly mixed the applesauce and cinnamon together, the baker in me fell in love.
           From then on I was the Cookie Creator of the family (and I made sure to keep the house fully stocked with chocolate chips). Each Christmas, I turned my kitchen into a cookie factory and invited my family to join my staff. 
No matter our differences, baking always brought us together.
          In my early twenties I began to bake with my 4-year-old niece, Callie. She coined the name “Auntie Jill” for me. It seems as though we made hundreds of batches of chocolate chip cookies together and I developed a longing to bake with my own children.

          Once I had my girls, I introduced them to my passion. As soon as they could sit up, I had them baking with me on the counter.

          In my thirties, I made my first cheesecake. The dessert had become popular in the baking world and I was curious as to what the hype was all about. I had no idea the important role cheesecake would soon have in my life.

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