When you are in Baba’s Kitchen, you are part of the family. 💛
Savour the sweet warmth of tradition from our kitchen to you…welcome to the family.

Every bite tastes like home.

Baba’s Kitchen was born from the memories I hold close to my heart of my wonderful Baba, Annie. Living next door to her was a true privilege—her kitchen was always filled with warmth, comfort, and the unmistakable feeling of love.

Annie was born in Skomoroshe (Скомороше), Ukraine, and carried her traditions with her in every recipe she made. Baba measured with her hands but cooked with her heart and soul—something I carry with me in every dish I create.

In Baba’s Kitchen, food is more than just food—it’s a sensory experience:

• The sound of the rolling pin dancing across the dough

• The liquid sunlight of honey drizzled across fresh cakes

• Simmered sweetness fills the air

• A kitchen infused with love, honey, and garlic

These are the moments, flavours, and feelings that shaped Baba’s Kitchen.

Rooted in authenticity, guided by creativity, and built on connection, Baba’s Kitchen is about bringing people together through traditional, homemade Ukrainian food.

Because here, you’re not just a customer—you’re family.

The other half of my heart, “Grandma,” (Roberta/Berta) raised her family in Hanover, Ontario. Roberta built a life centred around family, resilience, and love. As the mother of four growing boys, she made everything from scratch, filling her home with the comforting smells of homemade meals, fresh baking, preserves, fudge, and every cookie imaginable. Raised during wartime and one of five sisters, she learned early how to make a penny stretch, a skill she carried with pride throughout her life.

Family meant everything to her. Whether gathered around the kitchen table or celebrating special occasions, she created a home where everyone felt welcomed, cared for, and fed with love. Her preserves and fudge became family favourites, recipes remembered not only for their taste, but for the warmth and care behind them.

Beyond the kitchen, Grandma was vibrant and full of life. She sang in the Sweet Adelines choir and was loved deeply by all who knew her. She lived by the words of Eleanor Roosevelt: “A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong she is until she is in hot water.” Strength, resilience, and love were passed down through generations.

She adored her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and to me, she was more than just a grandmother; she was a role model to look up to and a moral code to follow.