Food Journal
I don't cook for Instagram. I cook because food is the most honest way I know to say “I see you.”
A warming stew that tastes like something your grandmother made but never wrote down.
A traditional rice pudding elevated with rose water and fresh cardamom. Perfect for quiet evenings.
Made on a rainy morning with whatever herbs were left from the week. It became a regular.
Inspired by a market in Goa. Simple, bright, and tastes like summer regardless of the season.