I grew up standing on a kitchen stool, watching my mom stir and season and taste. I don’t remember what we cooked most nights, but I remember how it felt. Some of my happiest memories were cooking alongside her with my siblings. Now it’s my boys beside me, their little hands reaching for flour and spoons. Feeling so much pride in making a delicious dish to share with the family. This kitchen is our happy place, where I hear about their day, where we laugh, make a mess, and make memories that I hope stay with them forever 🤍 Photos by @emmaericksonmcc