One Saturday morning, I visited a small local farmer’s stand. I grabbed a handful of cherry tomatoes and bit into one.
It was shocking.
The flavor hit me like a memory — like the tomatoes my grandmother grew when I was a kid. Warm, sweet, alive.
The farmer said something I’ll never forget:
“Food shouldn’t taste like it’s been on a long-haul flight.”
That was the moment I decided:
I want food that tastes like it used to.
Food that’s real.
Food that actually nourishes.
I just had no idea where to start.