I grew up on a small farm in the Rhodope mountains of Bulgaria — surrounded by seasons, animals, humble ingredients, and the sacred rhythm of home-cooked meals.

Food was never just food.

It was memory.

It was belonging.

It was the language through which life revealed itself.

These stories are my way of honoring where I come from and the places food has carried me since — from Bulgaria to the United States, across Europe, and into the heart of Asia.

This is my storytelling space — where memory meets flavor, where identity meets intuition, and where the small, beautiful moments of life unfold through the dishes that shaped me.

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