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Savoring Spoonfuls
Something Scrumptious This Way
Savoring Spoonfuls is a place where food and stories intertwine. Here you’ll find the flavors that shaped me, the meals that carry memories, and the simple recipes that make everyday cooking feel special. Some come from my family’s table, some from friends scattered across the map, and others from the small markets and coastal towns that have become part of my life. These pages are filled with the comfort of familiar dishes, the joy of new discoveries, and the kind of gatherings where conversation flows long after the plates are cleared.
Short story long
From my kitchen to yours
Some of my earliest food memories are tied to people I love. My Nona, which means godmother in Greek, taught me the traditions of Greek Easter and I soaked up every detail of those family gatherings. My Grammie made Pennsylvania Dutch Pot Pie, which is not the pie you are probably picturing. Hers was made with square egg noodles, chicken (always dark meat for my poppop), white potatoes, and a light broth. It was comfort in a bowl.
I didn’t grow up with a strong cultural food identity. No one handed me a recipe box passed down for generations, but I did have moments that stuck. My Grammie’s kitchen table was actually a sunroom and it was where life happened. When I had a bad day, I would sink into her swivel mauve wingback glider, even as a teenager, and tell her about school bullies. She would remind me to believe in karma, which became my first, and only, tattoo. Years later, tasting a friend’s Christmas dinner, I realized her secret ingredient was white pepper.
Now that spice lives in my pantry and is a small reminder of comfort.
The rest of my childhood meals have faded from memory, but my mom’s herby chicken is one I can still taste. It was simple, savory, and always made the house smell like dinner was going to be good. I can still hear my sister yelling for the extra batter pieces soaked in oil. I can picture my mom’s baked beans, the way she would doctor the sauce with ketchup, mustard, and brown sugar, then let me taste-test and adjust. If baked beans were on the table, it meant summer nights were upon us after long days at the pool. Dessert was either a watermelon that I always had to pick out because I was the best at it, or fresh ripe strawberries, her favorite, sprinkled with a little white sugar. We would all gather around the table, chatting for hours.
Cooking did not truly click for me until my last year of college, when I had $65 a week to live on. I meal-prepped the entire semester in one go, filling the freezer and driving my roommates nuts. Survival mode shaped me. It taught me to cook simply, think long term, and make food intentional.
Over time, it stopped being about survival and became about connection. It became about gathering flavors from travels, local markets, and small-town cafes. It became about building a table big enough for all the people and all the stories I did not inherit, but am creating now.
The zest is
yet to come
Empowering Home Cooks and Cultivating Community
Mission + Purpose
When someone lands here, I want them to feel like they have walked into a room that blocks out all the noise. A space where you can exhale, sip your coffee, and let the weight slide off your shoulders.
For me, cooking is where I find my calm. It is not a chore to rush through. It is the part of my day where I feel most at home in my own skin. I want that for you too.
Sometimes that looks like a steaming bowl of soup on a gray afternoon. Sometimes it is a caprese salad when the tomatoes are sun-warm. Sometimes it is chicken quarter legs roasting in the oven while their drippings coat golden potatoes. My childhood dinners were always at the table and while I do not remember every dish, I remember the conversations. Nothing was off limits and that made the table a safe place. A place to laugh, to cry, to ask the weird questions, and to hear the truth.
That is the heart of Savoring Spoonfuls. Food as the anchor, conversation as the connection. I believe anyone can cook and I will make sure my recipes prove it. No obscure flours. No all-day projects unless you want them. Just simple, honest food that feels like home.
Every bite tells a story
Gather Around the Table
Where food and stories come together
I have grown beyond “zesty, easy home cooking” as the whole story. Cooking is still here, but I see myself as more of a collaborator than an influencer. I love connecting with small businesses, sharing the products I already use and love, and letting those relationships grow naturally.
Life feels slower now. I’m not chasing trends or trying to keep up with the algorithm. I have a nine to five, and I have been through my share of hard seasons. Losing my job in 2023, years of survival mode, and trauma responses I didn’t even realize I was living in all that shaped me. Now I am learning to be at peace with calm.
In recent years, my mom and I found our way back to the kitchen together. One of my favorite moments was on the Oregon Coast, where the air always feels salty and the tide seems to match ones heartbeat. There, she taught me how to make the custard pumpkin pie, a recipe that now feels as much a part of us as the waves we listened to.
My cooking has gotten simpler, partly because of my travels and partly because I am leaning into intentionality. Sometimes I wonder if it is “shareable” enough; maybe that’s the point of this season. Life doesn’t always need to be glossy or fast moving to be worth sharing.
Currently, I’m focused on building community, showing what is real behind the scenes, and creating from a place of ease. It is a season of slow mornings, intentional meals, and choosing connection over chaos. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a coffee, and stay a while.
