Today was a truly warm and homey day for Eva and me 🍲❤️

We made borscht together. Not according to a book, but according to our mood. First, I took out the ingredients, and Eva, with a serious expression, helped me examine them, asking a hundred questions in a row. We grated the beets together, and the kitchen immediately filled with bright color and laughter. Onions and carrots went into the pan, and the aroma instantly brought the house to life. Eva stirred carefully, trying not to miss a thing, and proudly declared that this was "our signature borscht."

While the broth simmered gently, we chatted about everything, tasting, adding salt "a little bit" and "a drop more." In the end, I caught myself thinking that it wasn't the borscht itself that was important, but the fact that we were making it together. These simple moments, but they are the ones that stay in your memory for a long time.

Do you cook with your children?
Do you have a dish that evokes warmth and home?
Is it important for you to involve children in such mundane yet heartfelt processes?