Acquired Bakes
(At no cost to you.)
Let me put it on the table
This isn’t a side hustle, a soft launch, or a stealth brand in the making. It’s not even a non-profit. In fact, it’s a hobby that requires a line item in my budget because I'm the only donor.
So what is it?
It’s simple: Amy and I sold our business. But I still wake up at 3:30 a.m. And when you’re up that early, what else do you do?
Bake. Sometimes for ten hours a day.
Not for profit.
But for purpose.
And for people.
At least, I’d like to.
I bake so much, but much of it goes to waste. So I thought—why not find a way to share what I create? Share the joy, the comfort, the delight of something custom made—at no cost to you
On (most) Sundays (remember, this isn't a job), I share what I'll be baking in the week ahead. If you are on the Weekly Bake List, you can claim your bake on a first-come, first-served basis and arrange to pick it up at my house in New Hope.
Want in?
Just sign up to get on the list—it’s free and low-key. I'll email you on Sunday with what's on the menu.
You can also make requests—whether it’s for a special occasion, any occasion, or just because it’s Tuesday.
No catch. No charge. No business plan.
Just something sweet, made by hand, shared with pleasure.
I bake. You enjoy. That’s it.
No profits. No pressure. Just pastry. And cake, cookies, and whatever else rises up.
I’m an amateur baker
Just a guy with a couple of stand mixers, a scale, and dog-eared cookbooks.
People seem to enjoy what I make (which makes me happy), but I’ll be the first to admit: not everything is perfect—or even level.
My puff pastry might not puff enough, my bundt cake might list a little to port, and my cookies… well, they’re usually great, but let’s just say the cookie gods have moods.
Sometimes, a piece of pie or cake might be missing (unless you’re requesting something for a special occasion). A taste test by the baker is often required, don’t you think?
And once in a while… something like this happens.
That’s not a baking fail—it’s a pastry portal to the underworld. I swear this cake tried to whisper my name. Twice.
So yes, it’s a hobby that got out of hand—and now into your hands.
With zero margins, maximum butter, and the occasional demonic possession.
Your inbox or mine—let’s talk baked goods.
