“To my dear Aunty M, I give you the beginner’s credit for the baker standing in the picture. It was your baking instructions that winter morning inside our kitchen back in 1992 in Cambridge, MA which led the baker I am today. A few weeks before I started this whole baking journey, I was publicly humiliated on social media for not having a job. (let that sentence sit right where I placed it) 
As the poster child of social media humiliation because of my past-incarceration, my life hasn’t been easy. In December 2018, I humbly entered into this profession, unsure of what the future holds. I wasn’t seeking to expand. I had no plans to make this into a business. I wasn’t seeking to compete against anyone. Neither did I ever assume that anything I did was better than anyone else’s. 
My aim was solely to bake Jamaican Rum Cakes as a born Jamaican. It was one faithful evening, after preparing my rum cake batter on Facebook live when one of my followers asked to purchase a cake. Then followed by hundreds of rum cakes, and ankle pains, excruciating back pains, headaches, dehydration, sleepless nights, burns and others bruises. Today the sacrifices are manifested in my favor. The brand of Tina Chin Cakes is recognized throughout the African/Caribbean-American Diaspora. I thank God for making this a possibility. 

I CARED TO SHARE MY JOURNEY WITH MY FOLLOWERS, SINCE YOU HELD A FRONT SEAT, WATCHING MY GROWTH WHILE CHEERING ME ON! I APPRECIATE IT. I COULDN’T ASK FOR A BETTER GROUP OF SUPPORTERS.