Today, I stumbled upon an old recipe notebook tucked away in the back of my kitchen drawer, a relic from culinary school days. Each page stained with splashes of sauce and flour marks, it was like discovering a time capsule of flavors and dreams. Flipping through it, I found a recipe for a rosemary-infused lamb stew that I never dared to try back then. Tonight, I'm bringing it to life in my cozy apartment kitchen. It's amazing how a simple dish can rekindle the dream of my own restaurant and remind me of the journey I've been on. 🍽️✨ 