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After attending a cooking class in Chiang Mai — with the curious enthusiasm of someone eager to learn the art of distant flavors — I tried my hand at preparing some of the most beloved dishes in Thai cuisine: the fragrant Pad Thai, the spicy and enveloping Tom Yum Goong.

That day, among steaming pots and spices dancing in the air, I discovered that cooking is also a way of listening to a culture, of stepping gently into the heart of a people.

The photo, however, does not show my dessert — but rather the gift from our teacher: the mango sticky rice she lovingly prepared and offered at the end of the class. A simple gesture, yet full of warmth.

A dish that smells of sunshine, that tells stories of golden rice fields, of ripe mangoes caressed by the wind, and of hands kneading with wisdom and memory.

Wearing this image feels like carrying a sweet farewell, a tropical dream, a gentle caress that tastes of coconut and mango.
A love letter, yes. But written with sugar, not with ink.