For me, the kitchen is not just a place where ingredients are mixed. It is my space of love.
The aroma of cinnamon spreads here, something warm is cooked, and the soul relaxes.
I cook when I am sad - to brighten things up.
I cook when I am in love - to share my heart.
I like it when a person takes a spoon, tastes and is silent... because at that moment the taste speaks louder than words 🥹💫
I put tenderness, attention, my warmth into food.
And every time I think: “What if one day this particular dish will become someone’s favorite?..” 🍽️💭
Such magic happens only when you cook with love 🌸🫶💕