A family kitchen is not just a place where they fry and boil. It is a place where memories are created. Where it smells of vanilla, soup, hope and fresh bread. Where children run in to ask: "Will it be ready soon?", where your husband steals a piece from the frying pan, and you pretend to be strict. Where your loved one feels cared for not in words, but in a plate full of your tenderness.
Cooking is not a duty. It is the language of love. When you cook for someone, you seem to say: "I care about you. It is important to me that you feel delicious, cozy, and warm." Even a simple scrambled egg, cooked with a good mood, can be tastier than any restaurant if it contains the most important thing - feelings.
Have you noticed? When you cook with love, the dough rises better, the meat becomes softer, and even the dishes seem to wash themselves 😄.
Love is the spice that you can't buy in any store. It makes every meal not just a meal, but a real holiday.
So turn on your favorite music, put on an apron, add a pinch of salt, a drop of wine and... your whole soul 💫