Cooking is my therapy.
the scent of garlic and onion slows time down.
I taste before I serve,
not for perfection,
but to make sure it feels like home.
Every ingredient I choose is like a word in a poem:
carefully, with love,
thinking of your smile in every chop and stir.

Cooking for you is my happiness pill.
And I don’t plan to hang up my apron,
not until the last sunrise of our incredible journey together,
and the last meal is seasoned with forever.

• October 10, 2025