How We Came to the Table

Once upon a table, food and people fell in love. They have been inseparable ever since.

When food meets people, the stars shift ever so slightly, and the world feels warmer.
It’s an old romance, older than words, older than recipes.

We have always gathered around a meal: bread still breathing warmth under its cloth,
a lamb roasted slowly until the air is thick with its promise, a dish given so someone else can rest.

We inherit more than pots and pans from those before us; we inherit the magic they stirred into every bite.

Once, food was medicine. Therapy. Comfort. We believe it still is. So we keep the old ways alive: kneading, stirring, tasting, sharing. Because to feed someone is to say,

“You matter. You belong.”