My Story

Some memories are held in places. Mine are held in flavours and aromas.

As the eldest daughter, I learnt the foundations of cooking early, yet it was only years later that it truly became my passion. I love food — good food, thoughtfully made. Over time, I came to realise that the greatest joy was not simply in the eating, but in the entire act of creation: seeking the quiet harmony between flavours, colours, and the smallest details; those unhurried moments when an ordinary lunch quietly becomes an experience.

Sundays were always my gentle ritual. Slower, fragrant, and belonging entirely to the family. I cherished the hours spent considering each course so that every element answered another, from the first thought to the final plate placed upon the table.

The earliest photographs were taken some ten years ago. One by one, they gathered in a folder simply named “Perhaps one day”. In time, that folder became an archive of Sunday memories — a quiet record of moments worth keeping.

And then, one day, the time came to open it. That is how Delicious Sunday was born.