My love for cooking started in my grandma’s kitchen, where the linoleum floor creaked and something good was always bubbling on the stove. Back then, I didn’t realize I was learning anything—I just liked sneaking cookie dough and stirring pots that probably didn’t need stirring. But over time, I found my rhythm. I learned that the right meal can fix a hard day, that a slow Sunday morning pairs best with cinnamon rolls, and that food doesn’t have to be complicated to be amazing.