When I bake, I’m not just making food. I’m building little worlds of emotion soft, sweet, fragile.

A dessert can say “I love you” better than a poem. A warm croissant can remind you of childhood. A bite of rich chocolate cake can make silence feel like intimacy.

The process is slow. Intentional. It requires patience and care just like relationships.

I believe life is full of flavors we forget to notice. But in the kitchen, I taste them again.
And every time someone closes their eyes after that first bite I know I’ve reached their soul.