brown butter.”
Started as a Sunday
ritual. Stuck.
Ish started baking a single tray of brown butter chocolate chip cookies every Sunday afternoon — first for the family, then for friends, then for friends-of-friends asking if she'd “please sell some?”
Now it's a tiny kitchen operation: small batches every week, ingredients she'd actually feed her own family, and the kind of cookie that's still warm enough to fog up the box.
Pickup is from her front porch. Delivery is her, in the car, on Saturdays. That's the whole operation. Hi.


