Pallab Kishore

The smell hooked me first. Warm lamb simmered gently while rice puffed and softened, and my kitchen felt calm for once. I stood there thinking this bowl felt like comfort food, just not for me. I started making this on a lazy evening when my dog looked at his kibble like it personally offended him. […]

The smell hits first, warm and meaty with a hint of natural sweetness that honestly makes you double-check which bowl belongs to who. I noticed it the first time I cooked this, and I remember thinking, “Okay, this actually smells like real food.” That moment told me I finally nailed something gentle, nourishing, and genuinely

I used to trust store-bought dog food without thinking twice. One glance at the ingredient label changed that confidence real fast. I stood there wondering why my dog deserved mystery meat when I refused to eat it myself. I started mixing bowls at home out of curiosity and mild guilt. I expected chaos, mess, and

The smell of warm chicken and oats always pulls me into the kitchen. I swear my dog appears out of thin air the moment protein hits heat. I started making these treats on a random evening when store-bought snacks felt lazy and overpriced. I wanted something filling, strong, and actually useful. I also wanted treats

The smell hits first. Warm salmon flakes apart, rice turns soft and cozy, and everything feels calm instead of greasy or heavy. I cook this bowl when I want something that feels soothing, like comfort food but for dogs. I also make it when my brain wants simple wins instead of kitchen chaos. I messed