I’ll never forget that rainy Tuesday in Boston. The kitchen smelled like roasted chicken bones, carrots, and thyme—my grandmother’s recipe. I was trying to recreate her legendary stock for the first time, but something was missing. I kept tasting, adjusting, tasting again… until finally, I got it right. That first sip was pure comfort—warm, golden, nourishing—and in that moment, I knew: this is what I want to share with the world