My favorite thing to cook depends on the moment.
My guests matter just as much as the food—sometimes more.
What I cook is never just for hunger.
Cooking, like living, works best when you don’t overstay at the stove. You step away so you can watch as everyone gathers—to enjoy not just the meal, but the conversation that’s been quietly brewing in anticipation.
My favorite dishes are many, but they all include one special ingredient each time: love. Not the kind meant to impress, but the kind meant to welcome. We don’t cook to perform—we cook to show how much we care for the ones who gather.
That’s the seasoning in my favorite dish:
the laughter,
the beautifully shaped smiles,
the way people settle into one another.
My table is always reserved for my guests.

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