Food, whether eaten or prepared, is always authentically itself. No flavor is sacred, and no dish is owned—ingredients and techniques don’t belong to nations or identities; they belong to the people who use them. Eating is an inherently human experience: ephemeral, essential, and shared across boundaries.

In this blog, I celebrate both the deep-rooted traditions that give cuisine its identity and the creative collisions that happen when ingredients travel, blend, and evolve. While I recognize that no cultural expression exists in a vacuum—and that food, too, reflects histories of power, migration, and appropriation—I believe we can still approach it with humility, curiosity, and care. Because at the end of the day, after all the theory and discourse, we’re all just trying to answer the same question:

What’s for dinner?