Hello,

I am Tarri. The Creator and Founder of It's Batter with Love.  My childhood memories created a spark in me to evolve in a part of my life that I would not ever have thought would become a passion. Most of my adult life has been finding comfort in the things that remind me of the beautiful parts of growing up. The parts that created a sacred enthusiasm that lead to this moment. I've always wanted to create a space that offers love, respect, comfort, and memories above all. Besides, where would we be without our past? Teacakes are a special way for me to share with my children and husband parts of my childhood while I express my admiration of the things I took for granted growing up. I can share stories and evoke beautiful imagery when I have a teacake. I can spill the tea .Sort of speak. I want to be able to give everyone I can reach the opportunity to experience a little part of something that has been traditional for me. May the batter create moments to buzz about with you and your loved ones. From My Family To Yours! It's Batter With Love <3

                                                                                                                                                 ~ Tarri. N


ABOUT US

What We Offer!

We took a nostalgic dessert and put a modern spin on it to make creative new memories .Our gourmet teacakes takes a classic cherished family recipe and adds a dash of dreams and inspiration to create many mouthwatering fun flavors, joy, and comfort.


We Specialize in gourmet teacakes. We offer many varieties of baked goods and treats.

The Beginning of a Tradition
As a child my grandparents would take us traveling. We'd load up about 9 to 10 of us in a van and head to what we call Vacation Bible school or Lincoln District back then. My Mammaw would pack plenty of snacks ,home made sandwiches, ice cold sodas, all the things we take for granted when we are children. But There is one distinct memory that never leaves my mind. Every trip we went on my pawpaw would have teacakes made by the church lady accustomed with a side of cheese log. Anytime we would get to a place that Pawpaw no longer recognized he would pop open his zip-locked bag of teacakes and the car would linger with the smell. He’d be crunching and they’d be getting devoured unconsciously after some time. This is how we knew we were no longer in Texas. We had made it to another state. 

Years later during my pregnancy with my Third child. After the passing of both of my grandparents. I craved tea cakes during that pregnancy. Now the tea cake recipe is a hard one to get your hands on in the black community. I was blessed to have a family member pass me theirs. I began to make my own teacakes in 2011. I’d be asked by family to make them some often. I’d even ship them to family and one of my closest friends and her family. Around 2020 I began experimenting with different flavors of teacakes. Taking a classic, comfort cookie and memory of mines and adding flavors that I’d dream about.

My children, husband, family and friends have been able to witness the evolution of the teacake. These are not just a fun experiment for me. This is the birth of a dream. A way for me to share my love and memories and create new ones for others. I hope to bring communities together and awareness to the importance of creating memories that form traditions.

To all the entrepreneurs. No matter what age. I encourage you to reach for your dreams. There will be lessons learned and plenty of opportunities. Sometimes you just have to create them.

Dream Big!


In Loving Memory of

Mammaw  & Pawpaw 
Valarie A. Harrison & Herbert Harrison Sr. 

A Little History on Tea Cakes


The aroma of tea cakes, a scent as warm and comforting as a mother's embrace, whispers tales of the South. These weren't just any cakes; they were a lifeline, baked in the sweltering kitchens of the enslaved. Hands that toiled in the fields also kneaded dough, sweetened with precious sugar and a touch of hope. They baked for the Big House, yes, but more importantly, they baked for their own—for children with eyes wide with wonder, for weary husbands returning from the day's back-breaking labor, for a taste of sweetness in a world of bitter realities. When freedom finally came, and the winds of change scattered them across the land, they carried these cherished recipes like precious seeds, planting them in new kitchens and nurturing them with love. Like precious heirlooms, each cake a reminder of resilience, and a taste of home. Generations of Black households have since known the warmth of a tea cake fresh from the oven, a taste of heritage, a whisper of the past, though sadly, this tradition has begun to fade in recent times.



Imagine, if you will, a small act of rebellion, a quiet defiance baked into a sweet treat. In 1774, as the winds of revolution began to stir, a group of women, their hearts ablaze with the spirit of liberty, served tea cakes as a silent protest against the Crown's heavy hand. Over time, they've carried names as potent as the moments they graced: Jackson Jumbles, a nod to a fiery president, and Democratic Tea Cakes, a testament to their presence at the heart of political gatherings.

 From the solemn rituals of baptisms and funerals, marking life's passages, to the bold pronouncements of protests, where voices rose in unison, tea cakes have witnessed the ebb and flow of history. Enslaved African Americans tasked with recreating the "tea cakes" of their European masters, they infused these humble treats with their own culinary wisdom, transforming them into something uniquely their own.


Now, I too create a history with this decadent treat. Sparking new curiosity and sharing a part of history that was instilled in me throughout my childhood. In hopes of sharing and never letting the world forget such a beautiful call to action. It’s Batter With Love continues to share the taste of life, hope, comfort and love with a whole new spin on teacakes. And yet, through all the changes, through all the years, one thing remains constant: the echo of their origin. Though the recipes may travel, though the hands that bake them may change, the heart of the tea cake beats with the rhythm of its beginnings. It whispers of resilience born in the heat of Southern kitchens, of ingenuity sparked by necessity, and of a heritage carried with pride. For within each soft, crumbly bite, there's a taste of history, a reminder of the strength and artistry of those who first gave the tea cake its unique character. So, as we savor these sweet morsels, let us never forget the story they tell, the story of their creation, the story that lives on in every tender crumb.



Thank You Ancestors,

-Tarri