After living in so many places, my cravings are all over the map — but my cooking skills can’t always keep up. I often try to recreate dishes I love; sometimes it’s a hit, sometimes it’s a mess.

I dream of restaurant favorites across the globe — being in France and longing for that unforgettable Djècoumé I tasted in Togo, or craving Msemmen from Marocco. And sometimes, I just miss the flavors I grew up with — my mom’s cooking or a dish a friend made.

Each dish reconnects me to a place, a culture, a memory — it’s a way of holding onto the places I’ve been.

So here I am — also on a mission to chase down those cravings: learning how to cook what I miss or finding solid alternatives wherever I am.