Not just about the food, but about what it meant. About how the act of making dinner became my way of showing up for the people I love. Then I met a special someone who didn’t like to cook.

So I leaned in.

I became the guy in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. And it helped our spark grow into something real, a foundation to our relationship (which ended up in marriage!)

And then we had a daughter and everything changed again. Suddenly, cooking wasn’t about fuel or function, it became special. From turkey loaf on Sunday night to artistic weekend lunches, these weren’t just meals, they were memories in the making.

I’ll never forget the first time she looked up at me, face full of food, eyes wide, and just said: “Wow, Dad".

That was it. That was the spark and the reason I keep going, keep showing up. and the reason this matters. That’s why I wrote DadsWhoCook.

Not for chefs or to make the perfect meal. But for dads just like me who want to show up, try something new, and build something lasting in the process. This is about more than recipes, it’s about confidence, connection and and the quiet pride that comes from doing something with your own two hands (even if it gets messy).

If I can do it one meal, one mess, one “wow” at a time, then YOU CAN TOO.

- Paulie