Let ’Em Cook
Does it ever happen to you? You plan dinner, meticulously follow a recipe, end up adding more garlic than it calls for, and by the time the meal is done, you don’t even want to eat it. Not because it isn’t delicious, but because the real satisfaction was in making it. In sharing it with others.
Over the holidays, I found myself cooking again—something I had forgotten brought me joy. I kept it simple: pre-chopped vegetables, slow-cooker meals. And I kept going after the new year. The food was good, but often, it wasn’t what I wanted to eat. Instead, I craved what others made: my husband’s steak, my favorite restaurant’s chef’s cacio e pepe, Chinese takeout.
The feeling is not dissimilar to what happens when I actually dress for real life and ask myself: Why come up with a new outfit from scratch when I already have so many documented ideas? Why not eat what I already cooked?
Even worse… why do I reach for the simplest outfits and fantasize about making them my uniform? A plain cotton sweater in the same navy as the wool pants, cobalt flip-flops, my Estela hat. Why the equivalent of bread and butter after I’ve spent all week crafting Beef Wellington?
Maybe because some creations are meant to come to life for the joy of sharing—a meal made with care, an outfit worn to inspire. Pouring yourself into something just for the pleasure of watching those you love take that first bite, seeing their senses awaken, the connection deepen.
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4 things I’m excited about:
1. Flares
It all started on December when I felt like wearing these on NYE, then I thought of Blue Asphalt jeans from the 90s and ordered a couple from eBay, then Kendrick…
2. Dolphin vintage t-shirts:
I announced my entry into a dolphin era after that trip to Miami, so I naturally searched eBay for 90s dolphin t-shirts. For 20 dollars, I got this 100% cotton, single-stitched, made-in-the-U.S.A. piece:
3. Robes
For some reason I have been wearing my old robes a lot lately. Can’t wait to pair them with swimsuits in the summer.
4.This shade of green
My take with the few items I own in that color:
The uniform thing might not end up being realistic after all. No matter how great the Beef Wellington, it tends to get old after a few days.
What have you been craving lately?
I often ask myself why I am vocal on Israel. After all, I’m not Jewish, nor do I have any ties to the territory or the conflict.
No tengo velas en ese entierro—no candles in that burial—we would say in Barranquilla.
But those of us who have experienced terrorism close enough know it when we see it. Their modus operandi. Their lies. The false moral equivalence. The mental gymnastics to flip the blame. The insatiable thirst to eliminate the enemy, presented as a noble desire for justice for their people, people they don’t care about and do not care to endanger for their twisted, evil, monstrous agendas.
It’s all too familiar. How they indoctrinate. Penetrate every fiber of well-intentioned people around the world. The suicidal empathy.
Even more tragic: innocent Palestinian children’s fate dictated by hamas. By hatred that rots their souls, that allows them to celebrate while coffins with babies are being paraded like trophies. The cycle of terror.
The banality of evil doesn’t begin to capture it.
Kfir, Ariel, Shiri.
May their memory be a blessing.
thank you so much for taking a vocal stance on what is happening in Israel and speaking out against the actions of Hamas.
Thank you thank you thank you. In a world that feels so dark and hostile you make it bright!