My story begins in a house full of aromas and flavors that not only nourished the body, but also the soul. Since I was little, I grew up surrounded by experiences that deeply marked my passion for cooking. My most cherished memories are those moments when I was in my grandmother's kitchen, observing every movement and learning without her even knowing it. My grandmother Berta, a woman who loved baking and decorating cakes for all kinds of celebrations, taught me that the kitchen is not just a place to prepare food, but a space full of love, history, and creativity.

Although she wouldn't let me into her work area, there was a special place in her kitchen where everything happened. I remember her candied nuts, which were simply the best I've ever tasted. Even today I wonder how she made them, although I could never retrieve her recipe. However, what I did manage to do was learn her techniques, her patience, and the care with which she prepared each of her dishes. It was with her that I understood that in the kitchen every detail counts, and that love is the most important ingredient.