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A heartbreaking moment turned into a dream - let me fill you in.

Let's go back to February 2025. I booked a spontaneous flight to NYC to visit one of my longest friends. He works for Drew Barrymore (yes, I'm name dropping) and we had been trying to link up around the world for years post-covid.

Day 2 of my trip; what could go wrong? Well, I woke up at 4am to check my phone. I see a text message one dreads. "Please call me when you can. Grandma has had a stroke". I froze. I panicked. My head started spinning and my hands started shaking.

Do I book a flight back home? I can't speak to anyone at that time because of the significant time difference. I couldn't go back to sleep. I cried, whilst every memory flashed through my mind. My family mean EVERYTHING to me.

So, we started the day bright and early. Well, not really. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to move. I kept checking my phone but there was no notifications coming through. "Okay Lucy, let's go to the museum!" said my best friend. As much as I didn't want to leave the house, I got up and did my best to hold back tears of the unknown ahead.

The distraction of the museum worked for about 10 minutes. That gut-wrenching feeling we've all experience wasn't leaving my body anytime soon. My best friend noticed. "Okay. Plan B. I know where to take you".

A blur. My head was still spinning and I hadn't eaten all day. Alas! I finally heard from my family. Thank god. My Grandma was struggling, but stable. I look up, after blacking out the entire last hour.. where are we? Magnolia Bakery. AKA Heaven. This had been at the top of my itinerary. 

The first meal I could stomach. In that moment, it wasn't just a dessert. It was a hug in a tub. I ate it with tears rolling down my face. Bittersweet.

2 weeks later, that hug in a tub became a craving. "Why don't we have this in Australia?!" was the thought that couldn't leave my mind. No matter the hour.

On my birthday eve, I made my first batch for my family and friends. "Lucy. You must sell this". 

Just like that, (sort of), BGP was born.

It’s comfort, a craving, and a taste of something finally done right in Australia.

Thanks for supporting my dream, and feeding yours!

🍌 With love & pudding,

@badgalpuddin | @badgalfoody