You haven't tasted home cooking in years.
You grew up watching Teta roll byrek in the kitchen — flour in the air, the smell of qofte sizzling on the grill, tavë kosi bubbling in the oven for hours. You moved away. You built a life. But the taste never left you.
Albanian food in the diaspora means either inconsistent restaurants, expensive plane tickets home, or trying to recreate your grandmother's recipes yourself and never quite getting there.
Nobody was making this for you. So we are.