Cooking isn’t just what I do—it’s how I connect, how I comfort, how I process. I’ve always been the one deep-diving into new recipes just to learn the technique, the spice balance, the weird ingredient I’d never used before. The more complicated, the better. I wanted to learn flavor so I could create it from scratch—in real time, with my whole heart. I never followed rules. I just trusted my gut.

During the pandemic, restaurants shut down on my birthday. So I did what I always do when life feels unfair: I cooked. I made birria from scratch for my family—but then I realized I could sell it to the neighborhood. We had one of those Facebook groups where people passed around plates and porch pickups. I posted a preorder. Dozens responded. I bought a giant roaster and hand-delivered every single order.

Then something shifted.
People started asking if they could buy the birria to make later—something they could keep on hand and cook fresh when they actually had time. They loved the flavor, but life was hectic. I thought, maybe I could turn it into a dry spice mix.

But that didn’t feel like me. It felt too flat, too expected. I wanted something better. Something fun. Something cute.

So I started experimenting. I talked to friends from Mexican families—asked how their moms and abuelas built flavor when they were short on time but still wanted to do it right. I started mixing powders, reducing steps, layering spices in new ways—until something finally clicked.

That’s when it hit me: what if you could just drop it in... and walk away?
A bath bomb—for your food.

That was the lightbulb moment.
That’s when B.A.F. Bombs (Bomb Ass Food) was born.

I started pressing them by hand in my daughter’s playroom. I launched on my 30th birthday. Friends and family showed up like crazy. Two weeks later, I posted a TikTok—and it exploded. My birria bath bomb went viral overnight. The response was massive. Orders, DMs, thank-you messages—it was clear this wasn’t just a product. It was a solution people were begging for.

What people didn’t see were the many times I packed it all away—every pregnancy where I couldn’t stomach the smell, every loss where I couldn’t stomach anything at all.
This brand came to life in waves—grief waves, healing waves, flavor waves. But I kept coming back to it. Because something in me needed it.
And now—thousands of people do too.

People wrote me to keep going. These little bombs helped them feed their families—or just themselves—quickly, deliciously, and in a way that still felt real. For tired moms, for busy young people, for anyone craving good food without the stress.
And now we’re creating bombs for dishes from all over the world.
Because everyone deserves a shortcut to something soulful.

No chopping. No mess. Just bomb-ass food that tastes like you tried way harder than you did.