So who's Mamaw?

The recipes came from my family. The rest I worked out myself.

Mamaw

Mamaw was my grandmother, and most of what I bake started on a card in her handwriting — the yellow cake, and the buttercream I still haven't managed to improve on.

She was a fiery woman and she loved to feed people, and the bakery is named for her because none of it would exist otherwise. I've added plenty since. The piping is all mine. The cookies got completely out of hand.

I work out of my own kitchen here in Miamisburg. One oven, one person, so I take a set number of orders a week — I'd rather turn a job down than rush yours.

Ava Knipp — owner and baker

Mamaw Knipp sitting in her armchair at home with her three grandchildren gathered around her, all smiling — Mamaw, and the three of us.
She's the reason for every bit of it.

How it started

My mom's kitchen, and a lot of practice.

Ava as a young girl standing beside her mom, both wearing aprons in a home kitchen — Mom taught me everything first.

A young Ava holding up a round chocolate-frosted cake in a plastic cake carrier — The first cake I ever iced.

A young Ava resting her chin on her hands behind a tray of freshly baked blueberry muffins — Blueberry muffins, still warm.

Ava today, laughing, holding up two halves of a loaf she has just cut open — And me now — still showing off.

About the kitchen

I bake in my own home kitchen in Miamisburg, not a commercial unit. That's what lets me make forty cakes a year properly instead of four hundred badly, and it's also why I'll always tell you straight about allergies: I can leave the nuts out and I make an egg-free frosting, but I can't promise you a kitchen that's never had nuts in it.

If that matters for your order, say so when you get in touch and I'll tell you straight whether I'm the right person for it.

Delivery & pickup → Ask me anything

Recipes from my family. Baked for yours.

That's on the business card, and it's the only marketing line I've ever written.

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