This page holds the recipes my grandmother entrusted to me — simple, steady instructions threaded with memory and the scent of her kitchen. Each dish carries her hands: the rhythm of stirring, the hush of patience, the pocket of stories folded into the dough. These recipes are more than ingredients and measures; they are a living map of who we were and who we are, passed down with love so the table always remembers home.
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