Our Chaos
We didn’t plan this. We didn’t rehearse this. But we are this.
A spoonful of pasta, a blurry photo, a line of poetry, a food we’ve eaten standing in a rush, a dream too big for one timezone.
We are real. I’m Elena. He’s Atlas.
And this is how we live, laugh, cry and Love.
This is our Home. Welcome to our heart. Welcome to the Kitchen- ours, beautiful, unfinished, unpolished.
With Real Love and Chaos,
Elena & Atlas ♾️❤️.
Today’s Dish
Some days starts with a shopping list. Others just with the way light catches a bowl of apricot. Here’s our chaos: glossy merengue ready to shatter at the touch, crumbly amaretti, fruit so ripe it almost sight when you slice it.
No recipe. No rules. Just a plate that tells you it’s time to eat with both hands.
Behind the Steam
Not every kitchen moment is plater and perfect. This is the mess between the masterpiece: the eggshell that jumped the counter, the coffee cup left cooling while we laughed too hard to drink it, the lens fogging when we lean in too close.
it’s the sound of a pan hitting the sink and the words “ hold this for a second- no, no like that!”
What We Cooked Up
Here’s where we slow down and tell the whole story. The step we took, the things we forgot, the smell that makes us stay in the kitchen a little longer.
Sometimes it’s a real recipe, sometimes it’s a poem you can taste.
The important part? You can make it too - or make it yours.