The Heart Behind Mumy Recipes

Sunlight in the kitchen, a flour-dusted apron, and the scent of cardamom in the air…

Once upon a time, in a quiet coastal town, there was a girl named Alexa who loved to cook more than anything. As a child, she would perch on a stool beside her grandmother, watching her knead dough with patient hands and humming old lullabies that smelled like cinnamon and clove.

She had dreams—big ones..

She imagined herself working in a shiny test kitchen, writing cookbooks, and hosting dinner parties that made people feel like home.

Meanwhile, across the country, life was teaching her patience. There were detours. A teaching job she didn’t expect. A move to a noisy city. A heartbreak that taught her resilience.

But Fate—wise and persistent—knew exactly what it was doing.

Fate placed an old, handwritten recipe box into her hands during a move. Inside were dozens of faded cards—some scribbled in her grandmother’s hand, others borrowed from neighbors, friends, and old magazines. Each one carried a story.

And that’s when the spark returned.

She started testing those recipes, rewriting them, modernizing them—always with love. She began sharing them online. First to a few. Then to many. People from everywhere—mothers, daughters, grandfathers, new cooks—began to write back.

They said:
“I made this for my husband’s birthday—he cried.”
“My kids won’t eat vegetables unless it’s your broccoli bake.”
“Your rhubarb bars taste exactly like my aunt’s from 1972.”

And so, Mumy Recipes was born—not from fame or fortune, but from warmth and memory. It became a place to preserve what matters: the meals that tell stories.

Years have passed. The kitchen is still her favorite place. She no longer cooks alone. Her readers, her community—you—are right there with her, spoon in hand, oven warming.

Life has been kind. And Alexa is grateful—grateful to be cooking with you, sharing these moments, one recipe at a time.

Together, we stir love into every dish.

Together, we are Mumy Recipes.