Where It All Began
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I don’t mind your comments about the pictures as they are not my real likeness, but I assure you—this is truly my story. All love and respect 🌺💓
My Cooking Journey: From Family Kitchen to Food Blog
I was only a child when the kitchen first captured my heart. My earliest memories are of sitting at the table, watching my mom slice vegetables with quiet precision, humming softly as the scent of garlic and warm spices filled the air. She never rushed. Cooking, for her, was an act of love—carefully measured, deeply felt.
My mother was my first teacher. She taught me how to feel the texture of dough with my hands instead of just measuring, how to taste the seasoning with intention, and how to cook not just for the stomach—but for the soul. “Food,” she’d say, “is always for the hungry, no matter where they come from or who they are.”
As the years passed, I found myself more involved—chopping, stirring, tasting—and before I knew it, the kitchen had become my sanctuary. I remember the first dish I made entirely on my own: it wasn’t perfect, but she smiled and said, “Now you’re cooking with your heart.” That stuck with me.
Years later, I pursued formal training and earned my culinary diploma, driven by the dream of turning my passion into something meaningful. But no classroom could compare to the warmth and wisdom passed on to me by my mom.
Creating this blog was the natural next step. I wanted to share my recipes with the world—not just to teach how to cook, but to invite others to find joy, connection, and comfort through food. Whether it’s a hearty stew for a winter night, or a quick dish for busy weekdays, my goal is simple: to make food that feels like home.
Here, every recipe has a story, and every dish is made with love—for the hungry, for the curious, for everyone.