Something I've picked up as a hobby over the past year has been cooking. One part a holdover from an ex I really loved, one part boredom with the monotonous processed sludge I was still eating after a childhood of dining on it (mom knew three recipes and never met a spice she liked), cooking has become both a creative endeavor and a healing process for me. I love being able to make something with my hands for my friends and family, I like the time to myself, I like the meticulous process and the way you can futz with shit and do it your way just by, like, changing some ingredients. Venba is a delightful game that uses the joy of cooking as a path the story of an immigrant family in Canada, with various meals acting as touchpoints for a child's growth, mostly as a sort of counter imperialism. Venba herself constantly remarks over fears of losing her child to Canadian culture, and it's absolutely scary that to many in the global south, the slim chance of a "better life" means moral compromise and dessication of their identity in favor of Western consumerism. Food provides a sort of fulcrum point where (wonderfully evocative of the period) music, language, and memories of prior generations are brought together in a very calming and straightforward way, it's just a wonderully paced hour of game storytelling.

P.S. sorry about almost burning down your house and totally beefing that Biriyani that one time Lana ;P