28/08/2026
I think much of life comes down to connection.
Not necessarily the obvious ones, or even the ones that last forever. But the people, places, conversations and relationships that become part of who we are.
When I moved countries, I left behind everything familiar and started again. Over the years, life brought new people into that space. Some became incredibly important. There were people who believed in me when I wasn’t quite there myself. Others challenged me, made me think, opened doors, or simply walked alongside me for a while.
And somewhere in all of that, I found a stronger connection with myself too.
Perhaps that’s why the work I do means so much to me. Cooking may be what brings people to me, but it has never been only about a recipe. There is so much of who we are in the food we cook — memories, people, places, and sometimes parts of ourselves we had almost forgotten. I get to see that happen through what I do.
Then there are connections that need very little explanation. A family. A friendship. A dog who quietly leans against you while you work, simply because that’s where she wants to be.
I don’t think I measure connection by how long I have known someone or how often we speak.
It is what we leave with each other.
Looking at my life today, I feel very grateful for what has stayed, what has shaped me, and what is still finding its way to me.
