

Sometimes happiness is not about global changes. But a cup of hot tea. A plate of your favorite pasta. And someone nearby who understands you without words 🍝☕💛 I believe more and more in simple joys. In food prepared with love. In the aroma of cinnamon in the kitchen. In conversations over dinner, where you don’t have to pretend. Because food is not just a taste. It’s a memory.It’s care.It’s the language of love that doesn’t need translation 🥖🍯 Do you have a dish that brings you back to yourself? To your home, to those you love?🌿