Kitchen is my natural habitat
Kitchen is my natural habitat
Hey, my name is Luana
and I live in my kitchen
Whenever I talk to my mom on the phone and ask her “where are you?”, the usual standard answer is “I’m on my natural habitat”. It’s always been like that. Do you want to find mom? Go look in the kitchen.
And as the saying goes… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. It really doesn’t! And how proud I am to be able to say that the kitchen is my natural habitat. The same kitchen that leads me to so many loving memories.
My grandma from my father’s side making pasta, tomato sauce, soup… My grandma from my mother’s side baking cake, making cheese bread, polenta… My grandma blending lemon and passion fruit juice… Mummy making a bit of everything (except baking) in a home that held 3 dinner manus a day in order to please everyone… Daddy making grilled cheese on the frying pan and the small of burning bread on the kitchen…
It’s no surprise that the biggest change I had in my life came through the kitchen. It was inside it that my life took a 180° spin. Together with my mom, my eternal partner in crime (and in natural habitat). Between love and fights, tests, cheating, hacks and a lot of creativity. We found out that I might not be that annoying when it came to food, or even better, we discovered that our palate is eternally evolving and being developed.
In the end, as we already knew, we confirmed that food is filed with feelings. It’s sharing, it’s love, it’s tenderness, it’s caring.
And it’s so damn tasty!