What foods would you like to make?
When you search for my heart, you’ll find it in the one place that feels like home: the kitchen. Whether it’s cooking samp, beans, and oxtail or making a no-bake cheesecake, the aromas that fill the air and the time and dedication I invest create my happy place.
Only a few have been lucky enough to share a meal made by me. Every time I cook, it comes from the heart—an expression of my love on a plate.
I still have a long way to go with my culinary skills, but my curiosity to try new things, coupled with my never-ending urge to learn, allows me to explore levels I never knew I could reach. Perhaps my passion stems from watching my mom excel with her catering company or from the cherished memories of my granny teaching me how to make my first full meal at the tender age of nine.
Cooking has always been my escape. When I’m stressed, it calms me down, makes me forget my worries, and lets me dance to the music while whipping up something that tells my story.
I used to be insecure about cooking for others, mainly out of fear of rejection. This insecurity sometimes stemmed from a need for perfection, instilled by my dad, who would fuss if I didn’t cook a good meal growing up.
I got lucky and met a man who appreciates my cooking—the good, the bad, and even the burnt cauliflower. He gave me newfound confidence in the kitchen, inspiring me to dream of owning my own restaurant where people can feel at home.
I can’t wait to share my love and passion for cooking with my daughter and her future siblings. Though I’m not one to share the kitchen, for my little angel, there’s no better chef’s assistant. She is my life, my light, my heartbeat, and my will to keep going in this life full of ups and downs.
I hope someone out there feels the way I do about cooking—the place where my heart feels at peace and my soul feels fulfilled.
Adulting & Motherhood 