Absolutely chaotic, rewarding, and the hardest thing I've ever done. Also the best.
Dedicated to my mom ♡ Jen
Bright colors for a fresh brand
Hot off the grill, chili crisp on the side
Making my first dollarI even changed my name from Ma Hejing in third grade to Jennifer (because of JLo).
That started to change when I set out to record my mom's recipes. I began following her around the kitchen and scallion pancakes were the first recipe she taught me. Her way of saying "I love you."
Somewhere in that process, for the first time, I felt proud to be Asian American.
"The texture on these is SPOT ON. Totally dig it."
"OMG. Please! We can't live without them."
"It was gooey with the egg and spicy and crunchy and yummy. The best thing for breakfast."
"So good! The best thing I've ever eaten for breakfast."
"They're amazing. I wish I had room for more. So glad we discovered you!"
"I think about them every week. Coming in on the weekend to grab another one."
"Actually came back for a second round! It's our favorite thing here."
Sold out breakfast sandwich 🍳🥓🥑🌶️Growing up, freezing food was how my family did things. Aromatics prepped and frozen, hundreds of dumplings wrapped by hand, tomatoes from our garden frozen to use year-round. My mom's way of taking care of me was sending me home with frozen food she made herself.
The freezer aisle at every American store is full of orange chicken, General Tso's chicken, and nothing that looks like what my parents cook. I was going to change that.
"I wanted to build something that belonged in my freezer."
First frozen package. A surreal moment.
Running a food business was not an easy side hustle. It was an all-consuming second job.
The team: Kevin, Colin, and Jen at Columbia CityOut of everything, this is what I'm most proud of. That's the fucking shit right there.
Oo-mami is built on a specific cultural truth: many first- and second-generation Asian Americans were born under the one-child policy. They don't have siblings, often have strained relationships with their immigrant parents, and few people to support them.
I was born under the one-child policy too, but I had a big sister. This brand is my way of passing that relationship along: a big sister who sees you, takes care of you, and doesn't shame you for who you are.
The pancake had 63% margin per unit. Strong product economics by any measure, but distribution killed the margin. A single market day required 3 people × 7+ hours of prep, plus setup, teardown, fees, and my own uncompensated time. Market labor alone exceeded all ingredient costs combined.
| Product | Price | COGS | Margin |
|---|---|---|---|
| Original (fresh) | $12 | 19% | 63% |
| Spicy Beef (fresh) | $13 | 21% | 62% |
| Frozen 2-pack OG | $22 | 37% | 50% |
| Frozen 2-pack Beef | $24 | 38% | 49% |
| Retail sales | $31,252 |
| Wholesale sales | $908 |
| Total revenue | $32,159 |
| Cost of goods sold | $6,123 |
| Gross profit | $26,036 |
| Gross margin | 81% |
| Payroll & wages | $9,074 |
| Vehicle & transport | $5,176 |
| Licenses & permits | $3,824 |
| Market fees & supplies | $6,540 |
| Kitchen rental | $1,850 |
| Consulting | $3,625 |
| Square fees | $1,112 |
| Insurance | $631 |
| Advertising | $491 |
| Other | $2,451 |
| Total expenses | $36,775 |
| Net operating loss | -$10,739 |
| Asset sale (equipment) | +$3,700 |
| Net loss | -$7,039 |
| Founder labor (unpaid) | Extensive |
| External funding | $0 |
First market, June 7, 2024 with mom, sister, and boyfriend"The hardest part was admitting I needed to stop and take care of myself."
Running a food business while working full-time took a real toll on my mental health. After closing, I went home to my parents, took three months completely off, started seeing a therapist, and began an SSRI to recover. The decision to close was a decision to take care of myself.
I thought our family ending up in America was just luck. Then I went back to China and found out my dad is basically a legend in our hometown. Post-Cultural Revolution, he fought his way to the top of his university class to get a postgraduate spot outside China. Almost no one did that.
"My business was dedicated to my dad as much as my mom."
For a long time I was insecure about the fact that I didn't quit my job, didn't risk it all, didn't go all in.
"I thought that it meant I wasn't a real entrepreneur."
Now I think that's absolute bullshit. Entrepreneurship is not a moral identity. I chose to start something within the constraints of my own situation, and that absolutely counts.
A year of therapy after closing taught me the most important thing.
"I didn't have to do this to belong in America."
My place in America doesn't hinge on being a successful entrepreneur. I had nothing left to prove. Taking care of myself was the only metric that mattered at the end.
As the second child, I never knew how I was able to be born under the one-child policy. When I went back to China, I learned it's because my family has Hmong lineage, an ethnic minority identity I didn't even know I had, and it exempted us from the policy.
From there: we left China, landed in the UK, then Canada, then the US. And now me, in Seattle, here, now.
"When I was in the depths of depression, sitting with the sheer improbability of my life healed me."
My mom had always wanted to sell her food. Oo-mami was how I made that happen for her.