My Story
Hi friend - I’m so blessed you found my happy little baking corner! I never feel like I quite know how to talk about myself - I’m just me :) But, I’ll certainly try my best to give you a glimpse of how I got here.
For many years, I ran a successful photography and makeup business — fast-paced, creative, and full of beautiful moments. I loved it - but over time, I felt God gently stirring my heart, inviting me into a slower, simpler way of living.
That invitation led me to real ingredients, dirt under my fingernails, and learning how to do things the old-fashioned way. I became curious about freshly milling flour, tending a garden, and being a little more self-reliant. And the more I learned, the more it made sense. Grain was created to be whole, living, and nourishing — just as God intended it to be consumed, not stripped down or overly processed.
There’s something deeply grounding about working with your hands, trusting God’s design, and returning to the basics. Milling grain fresh, growing food, and slowing life down reminded me that simplicity isn’t about doing less — it’s about living with purpose.
Today, my life looks a little slower and a lot fuller. It’s centered on faith, fueled by family, and grounded in gratitude for the simple gifts God gives us every day. This space is where I share that journey—one loaf, one garden bed, and one faithful step at a time. Welcome in. I’m so glad you’re here!
Why Mammie & Nickel?
This name is a love letter to my grandparents—the two people who shaped me, believed in me, never let me doubt myself, and somehow put up with all my wild ideas.
“Mammie” was my gramma. I made up that name by smooshing together “ma’am” and “Grammie”—my very own special nickname for her.
We were always close, but in the last couple years of her life, we became inseparable.
She celebrated everything I did—my bread experiments that didn’t always rise, my gardening projects that sometimes looked more like jungles, my prepping plans that probably seemed a little over the top—and she did it all with that roll in her eye and her famous, “welllll, oh gosh, or pfffffff”
“Nickel” is me. My grandpa gave me that nickname when I was a baby because my great-grandpa couldn’t remember my real name. He called me “five cents”—or Nickel—and somehow, that tiny little name stuck with me forever.
Both of them were people of deep faith, full of love, and endlessly generous with their time, their wisdom, and their hearts.
This name is a tribute to them, but especially to Mammie—who believed in Nickel - her “darling granddaughter”, even when she thought I was completely crazy.
“Mammie & Nickel” is silly, sentimental, and full of heart. It’s a reminder of where I come from, the love that shaped me, and the joy of having someone in your corner no matter what—even when your ideas are a little ridiculous.
John 14: 1-3