The best way to live life is through love and delicious food.
Being bawi just makes that experience easier. I grew up in a house where food was cooked in huge dishes enough to feed the fifty recruits, working at my mom’s hairdressing salon. The belief being that good food makes for a good workday; we ate, laughed, and joked all on the old red granite table. It was never work that brought us together, it was the food
and I was the chef’s favorite taster.
Now that was just the beginning – The story continues and so do the recipes.