Sometimes the best meals aren’t fancy — they’re the ones that taste like you . Last night, I made something that reminded me of home, of slow Sundays in my grandmother’s kitchen, and of how far I’ve come on this healing journey. ✨ The Meal Smoky habichuelas guisadas  simmered with tender smoked turkey, spooned over fluffy white rice. Crispy air-fried chicken wings on the side. Half an avocado sprinkled with sea salt. Simple, soulful, divine . Each bite carried a memory — Abue