Every day Buni cooks us meals made from scratch. When she’s in the kitchen chopping fresh cucumbers we just picked out of our garden or beating eggs whites for our favorite breakfast rice pudding, she hums a song and you know she cooks out of love.
But this time around we wanted to cook a meal with our own hands so we left for our cabin surrounded by patchworks of green fields and rolling, majestic mountains.
This was purely a celebration of food and company. When we take a pause from our busy schedules to cook a meal and gather around the table together, it means something. It means that we took time aside because these simple human interactions matter—they remind us that we belong to each other and to the food that nourishes us.
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