Fatima Anthony- Where Memories, Motherhood, and Tradition Meet

Fatima’s koesister journey began in 2017, during one of the most tender seasons of her life. While she was pregnant with her third child, in between preparing for a new baby and holding her family together, she found comfort in the familiar rhythms of the kitchen. Mixing, resting, frying, syruping. The same movements she had watched her mommy do all her life.

The recipe Fatima uses today comes straight from her mother, the woman whose cooking could quiet a room and gather everyone around the table. “Everything she makes is the best,” she says, with the kind of certainty that only comes from a childhood filled with warm plates and fuller hearts. That recipe carries more than flavour; it carries memory, guidance, and love passed down hand to hand.

What started as a way to earn a little money of her own slowly became something much deeper. Koesisters, in her home, have always meant family time. They are the reason everyone slows down on a Sunday morning. The excuse to sit together, talk, laugh, and remember who you are and where you come from. For her, making koesisters is a way of keeping her culture alive, not just in words, but in practice.

Her koesisters are different for a simple reason: they’re made with love. With patience. With a few secret ingredients she’ll never reveal, just like her mommy before her. Soft, comforting, and made to be shared, they taste like the best start to a Sunday morning.

If you ask Fatima what message she has for anyone who hasn’t tried them yet, she doesn’t hesitate: You’re missing out. Because these aren’t just koesisters — they’re a piece of family history, wrapped in syrup and warmth.

As for who will carry the tradition forward one day? She laughs. Right now, nobody wants to make them — everyone just wants to eat them. But she knows how these things go. One day, someone will watch, learn, and fall in love with the tradition, just like she did.

Until then, she’ll keep doing what she’s always done:
feeding her family, honouring her mommy, and turning Sunday mornings into memories — one koesister at a time.