Cooking, to me, is a language of love. It’s how I show care for the people around me. Whether it’s a warm soup on a cold evening, a fresh salad on a sunny day, or those heavenly puff pastries, food is my way of saying, “I see you, I care about you, and I want to make you happy.”

And when I bake for myself, it’s my way of practicing self-love – of reminding myself that I deserve warmth and sweetness, too. So, the next time life feels a little overwhelming, maybe try baking something. You might just find that the process – the kneading, the waiting, the tasting – is as comforting as the food itself.

Do you have a favorite recipe that feels like a warm hug? I’d love to hear about it! 🥰✨