The truth is, I can’t really cook. I can make very basic meals – enough to survive, enough to get me through the day – but when it comes to stepping outside my comfort zone in the kitchen, I lack confidence. I didn’t grow up around people who loved to cook or experiment with food, and honestly, that’s something that bothers me more than I like to admit.
Recently, I read a book that reminded me how intimate cooking can be – even when it’s just for yourself. How beautiful it is to create something from start to finish, to slow down and turn simple ingredients into something nourishing and intentional.
In my house, all of our knives are dull, the oven doesn’t work, and I have to physically hold my air fryer shut for it to cook properly. As you can imagine, this isn’t exactly inspiring for a 25-year-old woman trying to build a relationship with food. And this isn’t a diss to my family – far from it. We’ve spent most of our lives in survival mode, living out of takeout containers and quick 20-minute dinners just to get through the day. But I think it’s time to change that narrative.
Within the next year, I’ll have a space of my own. A life that’s truly on my own terms – and hopefully a working oven! I know what you’re thinking: how embarrassing. But we all have something we want to change, something we want to grow into, and this is mine.
I look forward to sharing meals with friends and family under a roof of my own. To learning how to make delicious – maybe even unique – recipes. To girls’ nights filled with laughter, music, and cocktails in hand. I mean, isn’t that the point? To learn, to be vulnerable, to try new things, and to take on challenges that feel a little scary – but deeply exciting..
a work in progress 
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