Something new is gurgling on the stove, the dough is rising in the oven. There is an open civil law textbook on the table, and Morty is sleeping on his lap. I look at all this and understand that I am happy. Not from something grandiose, but from these moments of silence and the smells of food. My dream is to take cooking classes to add the scents of other countries to my life. If you could be anywhere in the world right now just for food, where would you go?😳🥰