You bought the good olives.
You tried a new sauce you can’t pronounce.
It was fine.
But something was missing.
Because you weren’t there.
Not really.
Not really.
You were busy performing.
Trying to impress.
Chasing fancy.
Trying to impress.
Chasing fancy.
But what they came for wasn't perfection.
They came for you.
They came for you.
The version of you that burns the toast sometimes.
That serves the pasta in the pot because it’s still hot.
That laughs when the salad’s a little too salty.
That serves the pasta in the pot because it’s still hot.
That laughs when the salad’s a little too salty.
The best meals aren’t flawless.
They’re full of fingerprints.
They’re full of fingerprints.
People don’t remember the truffle oil.
They remember how you made them feel.
They remember how you made them feel.
So skip the show.
Serve what you know.
Be where your hands are.
Serve what you know.
Be where your hands are.
Because dinner doesn’t need to be fancy.
It needs to be honest.
It needs to be honest.
And honestly?
That’s enough.
That’s enough.