If you’re from Belize, you already know—Good Friday carries a stillness that hits deep. No meat. No loud music. Just peace, reverence… and the unmistakable smell of hot cross buns fresh out the oven. These buns aren’t just a treat—they’re a tradition. Soft, slightly sweet, laced with cinnamon, raisins, and spice. You tear one open, spread a little butter (or slide in a slice of cheese if you’re feeling fancy), and suddenly, you’re back in grandma’s kitchen, barefoot, watching the sky turn gold. Good Friday in Belize isn’t just about what we don’t do—it’s about what we do hold sacred. Slowing down. Respecting the moment. Remembering. And those buns? They carry more than flavor. They carry memory.

Mira and I are going to attempt to make some of Belize’s favorites without completely ruining them. 🧑‍🍳 Today we attempted Creole Bread ! Note: The chef got sick before she could present her food. 🤕

Made BBQ for the family 💙

In my quest to launch this agency and get to Belize, I feel like I’ve lost sight on some key elements in my life. Slowing down can feel like the opposite of progress, but a gentle reminder that it is easier to attract what we want by caring for our soul than forcing what we think I is we are after! So today I found peace in snow and solace in a warm bowl of soup ( Sopa De Res)h! Another of life’s greatest paradox!

Captain Chip @Shamir Frazer doing his thing on the stove last night! The fellows making me look bad this week! Crabs a La Carte . 🦀🧑‍🍳 @Angel Novelo @Shamir Frazer I need to step up my cooking game.