Hi, I’m Sandra — a 32-year-old mom living in the U.S. with my two wonderful daughters. My love for cooking didn’t come from fancy schools or cooking shows. It started right next door.
When I was a little girl, our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Helen, used to leave her kitchen window open. The smell of her cooking would fill the whole street, and I was always drawn to it like a magnet. One day, I got brave enough to knock on her door — and that moment changed everything.
She welcomed me in with a warm smile and let me sit at her kitchen table while she cooked. Day after day, she taught me little things: how to chop an onion, how to taste before adding salt, how to know when bread is “just right.” It was simple, it was honest, and it was full of love.
Those afternoons with Mrs. Helen became the heart of who I am today. Cooking became more than a skill — it became my way of remembering, connecting, and caring. Now, as a mother, I try to bring that same warmth into my home. Every recipe I make carries a piece of her wisdom and a whole lot of heart.
This is more than food. It’s a story. It’s a feeling. It’s the quiet magic of passing love from one kitchen to another.