An intense relationship

🦭 Hi Ho, Bonjour, Bonsoir,

Me digging my way to your heart 👈😫

To anyone reading this: I’ll be somewhat cliché… So, watch out.

A food blog wouldn’t be a real food blog without endless explanations as to “WHY AM I MAKING THIS CARROT CAKE!!!”, right?

I was born in a pretty big French city, near the western coast. I love it here: many artsy minds wandering the streets, endless “bobo” cafes, old-fashioned cinemas, a wooden elephant spraying water on the bystanders… Nantes has seen me grow up in a pretty unstructured family, wondering what I was doing wrong and worrying about all my comings and goings.

🧸 With my peers, I didn’t really fit in as a kid, and had to learn how to be accepted and loved, but also deal with what was going on at home.

I grew up in an unstable household, filled with worries, fear, wariness and a crucial lack of confidence.

You might be thinking “Omg who’s this dumb depressed wattpad teenager?” or “Ok so when did cooking come save your life???”, and gosh would I be wondering the same thing lol.

Well spoiler alert, let me be even more cliché than cliché: food and cooking didn’t save my life and no, it wasn’t OBVIOUS for me to do it as much as I do now.

Actually, I’ve always been extremely curious: I love taking pictures and videos of anything and everything, love drawing, sculpting, trying new sports, learning about many different facts (scientific, historical, you name it), learning new languages, I had a lot of pride in my academical success… Yes, I was a nerd. A wormy, annoying ugly and boring nerd who was sad and lonely. Aw.

As you can tell, I’ve always struggled finding ONE hobby, like, MY CALLING… I was waiting for it, even more so, actively SEARCHING for it… I was looking for the reason why I was born on Earth on the 24th of February in 2002. (I was an extreme preemie btw, born 3 months early!!)

I loved to explore and to feel stimulated, always learning new things, meeting new people… And turns out that cooking was my safe place. It was my main hobby when being on vacation at my grandparents in the French countryside. At about 17 I started doing it more seriously every time I went there, trying new recipes, and making more advanced dishes. I loved it, and I could spend days on END doing it, never felt the slightest boredom while baking and cooking. My grandma (ofc!!) was my biggest supporter and adviser, my grandpa was my most loyal customer!! They trusted me, let me experiment (and fail), and they loved everything I made them, always welcoming it with gratitude and appetite!

In 2023, this little flame I had for creating, wanted to escape my body as I tried to keep it low. But I HAD to do something with my life… I started working out but it wasn’t my PASSION. Tried to restart drawing, same thing. I wanted an activity that I could love hard enough to not be bored of it when filming it and posting it online. Nothing seemed good-enough, but then, cooking just sounded, obvious… Yes, I’ve said it: cooking was my CALLING (I told you, I’m a basic bitch).

JK LOL. 🤡🤡🤡

I did realize one thing though: cooking made my brain quiet and excited me before making me feel anxious about failing. I didn’t try to foresee every possible thing that might have gone wrong, wasn’t bored or lazy for setting everything up and think about a recipe. I was actually excited and when I was there, right after my eyes opened every morning, my first thought went to Elliot. Then to cooking.

Just kidding lol I’m a fatass ofc my cooking was the very first thought that crossed my mind!

And so, after realizing what role cooking had in my well-being, I decided to make my YouTube channel mainly about it! The first year of posting was complicated as my usual home made it complicated for me to film and cook anything at all, it just was not practical. Yet, here I am, after a whole year of truly believing in how cooking was ONE of my things, writing a whole essay about my pricky self ha. How pityful… French People really did lose the war uh…

Besides cooking, I work out 5 to 6 times a week (gym, and running), do ceramics whenever I can, work/study 5 days a week for my 4th year of Uni! I feel like I’ve finally reached a balancing point, where my hobbies are stable, set, and known, and where I am finally feeling happy and choosing what I do with my life every single morning. Life can be tough but trust the process. And it’s okay to love more than one thing: be passionate, and curious, try the things you have in mind so you have no regret, be organized and believe in yourself.

Food is love, so nourish yourself nicely.

Now, time to get cooking! 🦃