For me, festive food is so much more than just what’s on the table—it’s love, tradition, and a connection to the people who matter most. Every dish carries a story, every aroma unlocks a memory, and every bite reminds me of the warmth of home.

One of my fondest memories is of my grandmother’s homemade pyrizhky. They were perfect—golden, fluffy, and filled with everything you could dream of, from cherries to cabbage. But it wasn’t just the taste that made them special; it was the way she made them. Her hands, weathered by time yet so gentle, would knead the dough with care. She always hummed softly as she worked, her kitchen filled with the scent of freshly baked love.

Even now, when she’s no longer with us, the memory of those pyrizhky remains. Every time I smell something baking, it’s as if she’s right here beside me, reminding me that food isn’t just about nourishment—it’s about connection. It’s the way we pass down traditions, show our love, and keep the memories of those we’ve lost alive in every meal.

During the holidays, I try to honor her by baking my own pyrizhky, hoping to capture just a fraction of her magic. And one day, I dream of sharing these traditions with someone special, creating a kitchen filled with laughter, love, and the aroma of something delicious baking in the oven.

So tell me—what’s your favorite holiday dish? Is there a recipe that carries the love and traditions of your family? I’d love to hear your story. Maybe together, we can create a new tradition to cherish for years to come.

With warm memories and a heart full of love,
Anastasiia 🥟❤️