I grew up watching my mother knead bread while humming old family songs, and now, in my forties, I love bringing that warm, slightly magical energy into our kitchen. With a son and daughter between eight and twelve who love to stir batter and sneak sprigs of rosemary, my kitchen is part recipe lab, part memory chest. My husband jokes that the house smells like a grandmother’s storybook, and I take that as a compliment. As an American mom proud of my culture and family traditions, I blend heirloom pieces and modern home décor to create a space that feels…