We met after a Sunday service — both of us figuring out what it looked like to actually do what we said we believed. A few months later, we were married, expecting our first baby, and rolling out cinnamon dough at 4 a.m. on the kitchen counter.
The deal was simple: we'd bake every Saturday, knock on doors every weekend, and send what we earned right back into the community — groceries for a family in their hardest month, a Christmas toy for a kid who didn't expect one, a meal at the men's shelter downtown.
RubiRolls is small. We are not a brand. We are a kitchen, three recipes, and a neighborhood we love.