whether it‘s in their kitchen or giving them something you’ve spent time on for days, I’ve found that cooking represents not only an act of intent, but an act of love and connection. the act itself is an effort in the 21st century, intent makes it even more worthwhile
it brings me so much joy to make something tasty for a person i love. i also really love that line from 'the bear' - about how special moments always happen around food; i feel this is true, and i think food itself makes every moment a bit more special.
something about cooking is just so peaceful. monotonous and obligatory, sure, but it’s just a little sliver of calmness in my day that reminds me of when i did it with my mom or my dad or my grandmother. i now love to cook for myself but especially for other people
so much to talk about, the sunglasses, the scarf, the fresh baguette and coffee, the always lovely cafe setting. I think this is the most swag ever captured on camera I aspire to be at this level
alright hear me out: carbonation and coffee with a squeeze of orange shouldn’t work, but it does. Been making them daily and i feel a lot better in the morning each time i do
