I grew up in a house where the kitchen was the heart of everything. My mother could turn a handful of simple ingredients into a feast, and my grandmother, Mamá Lucha, taught me the kind of patience only a slow-simmered birria can teach. I still remember standing on a stool just to reach the countertop, my little hands dusted in flour as we made tortillas together. Those were the early days of my love affair with food.

I didn’t always plan on becoming a chef. I studied accounting, got married young, had two beautiful daughters—and like many women, I put everyone else first for a long time. But cooking? That was always mine. It was the thing I turned to on hard days, the way I celebrated good ones, and the language I used when words fell short.

When we moved to the U.S., I realized how much I missed the flavors of home. So I started recreating them—one dish at a time—sometimes with new ingredients, sometimes with shortcuts, but always with the same heart. I began sharing my recipes with friends and neighbors, and before I knew it, my kitchen table turned into a gathering spot for people hungry for both food and connection.

These days, I focus on teaching other home cooks how to bring real Mexican flavors into their own kitchens—without needing fancy tools or hard-to-find ingredients. I believe great food is for everyone. You don’t need to be a professional, you just need to care. I’ll show you how to roast your own salsa, how to make tamales that don’t fall apart, and how to enjoy cooking again—even when the day’s been long and the kids are hungry.

I’m not perfect—I’ve burned more tortillas than I care to admit, and I’ve cried over flan that wouldn’t set—but I’ve learned that mistakes are just part of the recipe. So if you’re a home cook looking for warmth, flavor, and a little guidance from someone who gets it, I’d be honored to cook with you. This is more than food—it’s our story. Let’s keep telling it, one meal at a time.