I’ve always had a passion for cooking, baking, and especially feeding people. In the fall of 2015, my mother’s long-lost college friend came down from the mountains and taught me how to home-mill grains to make fresh flour and nutritious Ezekiel bread. (Small world: I’d been eating breads from her bakery all through college at The University of Georgia, and I had no idea of our connection!) After commuting to teach English all week, I baked breads, cookies, cakes, and casseroles on Sundays after church, and people picked their orders up from coolers in the carport. Eventually, I upgraded to a refrigerator, and people left their money in the butter compartment. My customer base grew, and I decided it was time to become legit & legal. Daddy offered to help me open a bakery in Camilla, where I became the fifth generation Dixon to own a business downtown. I can’t put into words how special it is for me to be able to walk from my bakery to my grandaddy’s hardware store and my daddy’s furniture business. My mother swoops in to save the day when I’m swamped with baking, and the community continues to support me and spread word about my bakery to others. I am grateful to God for my beautiful and loving community and family. They’ve enabled me to turn my passion into my career.