Mélanie here. I'm writing this from the plane home from my book tour — an equally exhausting and nourishing month, and it will feel so good to finally be in my own bed. Today I have all the feels (it's the plane!) and I'm thinking about the women who built me.
My grandmother, who cooked everything from scratch and never measured a thing in her life — my book is dedicated to her. My mom, a lazy chef in the best way, who didn't want anything stealing her attention from us. My friends, who became family somewhere along the way.
Around their tables I learned the things that matter: how to laugh through a hard year, how to make people feel held, how to honor every sunset.
This weekend I'm thinking about all of them. About you, and whoever your people are.
Happy Mother's Day,