It was one of those late-night scrolling sessions where the internet decides to snatch your brain cells and run off with them. I had fallen down a TikTok rabbit hole of productivity hacks, 5 AM morning routines, and “get rich quick” side-hustle gurus. Every video had the same manic energy: if you weren’t waking up

I blame my grandmother for my lifelong obsession with food. She was an old-school cook, the type who considered measuring cups an offense to her intuition and believed every dish deserved an extra pinch of butter “just because.” When I was little, I’d watch her float around the kitchen, humming to herself, tossing ingredients into