Where Eatingwithari began

"In every thoughtfully prepared dish lies comfort, connection, and a piece of the soul."

It All Begins with a Single Spark

It all begins with a single spark—then you find what fans and fuels your fire.

My love for food is something I was born with. But my deep appreciation and curiosity for the magic that happens behind the scenes? That comes from my dad. He taught me to be grateful for every ingredient, to show respect to the food, and in return, the food would respect you right back.

Some of my earliest and fondest memories are from the kitchen with him. Whether it was the most unforgettable meal when I was five, a big family gathering, a birthday dinner, or a much-needed plate of comfort after a rough day—everything he cooked felt like heaven on a plate. His dishes didn’t just fill your stomach; they healed, uplifted, and comforted in ways words couldn’t. I was constantly left speechless, always hungry for more—not just food, but more time in the kitchen with him, more spoonfuls to taste test, more moments to learn, and more culinary knowledge to soak up.

That passion stayed with me through my adolescent years. Cooking was what bonded my dad and me the most. He fanned the flames of my growing interest, cheering me on as I began to find my own footing behind the stove. His input always came with love and insight, helping me see food as more than just a meal—it was storytelling, emotion, and connection all wrapped up on a plate.