But I cook only when I'm calm. When there's no anxiety. Because if there's a mess in my soul, nothing works in the kitchen either. Salt spills, a knife cuts my finger, the soup boils over.

I realized: the kitchen is a reflection of my state. When my food is delicious, it means that everything is fine inside. Sometimes I even determine what mood I'm in by how the pie has risen.

I'm not a cook. I'm just a girl who heals her heart through food. And sometimes — someone else's too. Because nothing brings people together like hot food, comfort, and the feeling that you are being waited for.