A Spoonful of Care

When the word restricted entered our lives, it was overwhelming. Suddenly, everyday foods we never thought twice about were no longer safe. I remember standing in the kitchen, staring at my pantry, wondering: Where do I even start?

So I started small. One meal. One plate. One spoonful at a time.

The first meal I made was nothing fancy — just a simple bowl of pasta with tomato sauce, made carefully with clean hands, safe ingredients, and extra attention to detail. But it wasn’t just food. It was comfort. It was a way of saying, I’m here, and I’ll figure this out with you.

Since then, each recipe has been a new lesson in patience, creativity, and care. Some meals have been successes, others… not so much. But I’m learning that caregiving isn’t about the perfect dish. It’s about showing up, again and again, with love in the little things.

That’s why I started this blog — to share not just recipes, but the heart behind them. To remind myself (and maybe you, too) that feeding someone is more than cooking. It’s connection.

So here we begin, with a spoonful of care.