• Lasting change...

      Some of my favorite lessons have been taught at the kitchen counter with flour on our hands.

      This was one of those afternoons—just me and my grandson dipping chicken in buttermilk, shaking it through the crumbs, and listening to the sizzle. He asked a hundred curious questions, and I loved every single one. We counted pieces, took turns, and laughed when a crumb “snowstorm” landed on the floor.

      It reminded me that the big transformations in life rarely arrive with trumpets. They grow out of tiny moments like this—patience, presence, and doing the next loving thing together. One more piece in the pan. One more story shared. One more “I’m glad you’re here.”

      These small steps are how we pass on more than recipes—we pass on belonging. And that’s the kind of change that lasts.

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      Victoria and Corina ( Arashaya) ✨ Todoran
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