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What’s your favorite recipe?

Darling, it isn’t just about ingredients on a page — it’s about the story it tells, the mood it creates, the way it perfumes a room until the whole house feels wrapped in a hug.

For me, it’s my grandmother’s cinnamon-sugar coffee cake. Not because it’s the fanciest thing I’ve ever baked (please, I’ve burned soufflés spectacularly), but because it feels like home.

The recipe itself is simple: flour, butter, eggs, sugar, and a scandalous amount of cinnamon. The kind of thing you can throw together on a sleepy Sunday and still impress anyone who happens to wander into your kitchen.

But the ritual is the secret.
The way the butter has to soften just so.
The swirl of cinnamon sugar through the middle that never looks the same twice.
The scent that drifts out of the oven and makes even the neighbors consider “accidentally” dropping by.

By the time it comes out golden, the edges caramelized just enough, the whole day has shifted. Coffee tastes better. Conversations linger longer. And suddenly, life feels a little less hurried, a little more delicious.

And here’s the thing: recipes, like stories, are meant to be shared. Every time I bake that cake, I think of my grandmother humming in the kitchen, and I feel her there with me — a little reminder that love can be measured in cups and spoons, then served warm on a plate.

So yes, darling, that’s my favorite recipe. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s mine. Sweet, a little messy, always best when shared.

And you? What’s that one dish that turns your kitchen into a memory?

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋