#gratefulheart

March 2025

I don’t have any new photographs yet, so today I’m sharing a memory⏳️

Last year, on March 8th, my dad gave me the best gift — he came to visit🎁😌 We decided to walk through springtime Tbilisi, and the morning turned out to be generous with surprises.

While we were sitting in the park, my guardian angel approached us — a familiar dog (I can tell his story separately if you’d like😏). My dad offered him some sausage, and from that moment our quiet morning became brighter, livelier, and much more cheerful!

At first, he was alone. Then other four-legged burghers joined us. 🐕🐕🐕Before we knew it, we had formed a whole little company — six tails and twelve attentive eyes🐕🐕🐕❤️ My dad was surprised, laughing and petting them, while they kept him entertained as I went to the store to buy some dog food. Later, a descendant of Tibetan Mastiffs joined us — a huge fellow😄😲👍

They walked with us almost until the very end, and now they remain both in our memories and on video😌🤍

Sometimes, beauty doesn't shout - it simply glows.... Take a deep breath, feel the calm, and let this golden light fill your heart with gratitude and peace. 🌻

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As the day comes to an end, the golden hour reminds us to pause, breathe, and be grateful — for the small victories, the people we love, and even the silent moments that bring peace to our hearts. 💛 It’s nature’s way of saying: You’ve done enough today. Rest in this light.

So take a minute, step outside, and soak in the glow — because these fleeting minutes are tiny miracles we often overlook. 🌻✨

The Phuthu Chronicles: Learning from the OG 🍚👨‍🍳

When it comes to culinary traditions, nothing beats the warmth of family recipes passed down through generations. My dad is the ultimate OG of phuthu-making, and I've always admired his skill! 🌟

Eager to elevate my own cooking game, I asked him to share his special techniques. I thought I had the basics down, but boy, was I in for a surprise! It turns out that achieving the perfect consistency of phuthu isn’t just about following a recipe; it’s an art form that requires a keen sense of timing and technique. There are different ways to perfect everything, from fluffy to creamy textures, and each requires its own special touch.

Through this journey of culinary exploration, I’ve realized that learning from my dad isn't just about mastering a dish. It's about patience, love, and the stories ingredients can tell. I'm immensely grateful for his willingness to guide me, reminding me that cooking is as much about the experience as it is about the food.