Well, hello. Fancy seeing you here. Welcome to my Kitchen.
This space is something I have dreamed and wondered about for quite some time, and seems like a natural step for the different passions bubbling in my head and heart to intersect and find a voice.
A place to share with you about food that nourishes- both body and mind. A place where family is built, stories are shared and life is done- around a table.
Food is powerful. Its important.
Preparing food is a holy act to me. The opportunity to create something that will bring life to someone else’s very being or breathe joy into their day.
The nutrients in a hearty bowl of a spicy curry or the sheer joy that comes from a warm chocolate chip cookie are gifts I can share with those I love.
And I want to share that ability and experience with you.
This space will serve as a place to share the recipes I love to nourish both body and soul. Sometimes that will be super health-focused, nutrient rich food that is delicious and with each bite our bodies will thank us. And other days we will share something that is probably made with dark chocolate and will sprinkle a little joy like confetti over our palettes.
Balance truly is the key.
After three years overseas the kitchen has become my consistency. No matter which country you are in and which language they speak, if you can find flour, eggs, and milk- you can make pancakes. No matter how uncertain other things are, its possible to make foods that are known. And that is comforting.
I’ve always loved baking, but moving to Africa taught me how to fall in love with cooking as well. Being forced outside my comfort zone and into the kitchen made me brave. I realized I can cook from scratch or make complicated recipes. That I am capable of doing hard things. I learned how ingredients interact and what flavors go well together.
The kitchen became my happy place, the place where the other cultural stressors couldn’t find me. It became the place where I recharged. My favorite was a rainy Sunday afternoon where I would escape into the kitchen to brew a french press of coffee. Once my cup was poured, I’d reach for my apron, tie up my hair, cue a new podcast in the line-up and let my bare feet dance across the kitchen floor while I tried something new. That has become my sacred space. And its something I want to share with you.
So go ahead and throw on an apron, pour a cup of coffee, find your favorite podcast + lets make something tasty.