Hi, I’m Ama, the heart behind Ama Meals. I’m 42 years old, a mom of two, and I live in the small seaside town of Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. If you’ve ever visited, you know it feels like a painting come to life with cobblestone streets, salty air, and sunsets that glow across the water. It’s here, in a cozy house with a bright blue door, that I cook meals that keep my family and friends gathered around the table a little longer.

Food has always been part of my story. I grew up in a small house where the kitchen was barely big enough for two people to stand in. My grandmother would roll out pie dough on the old wooden table while humming hymns. My mom could stretch a meal in ways that amazed me, turning a bag of potatoes and a chicken into something that fed the whole block. Those early days taught me that food is not just about eating. It is about care, creativity, and connection.

The idea for Ama Meals began the way most good things do: at the dinner table. One night, after another long day of juggling kids, errands, and endless to-do lists, I sat down to a simple meal I had thrown together with whatever was left in the fridge. It wasn’t fancy, but my family devoured it, laughing and talking late into the evening. That moment reminded me that food doesn’t have to be complicated to create joy. I wanted to capture that feeling and share it, not just with my family but with anyone who needed a reminder that a home-cooked meal can be enough. That’s when Ama Meals was born.

These days, my life is full and busy like most moms. Mornings start with packing lunches while the kids scramble to find their shoes. Evenings end with me sneaking one last bite of dessert when the house is finally quiet. In between, I run errands through town, chat with neighbors at the farmers market, and test new recipes in my kitchen with music playing and flour on my shirt. Some days are smooth. Others are messy. I have learned that the best meals come from both.

I have burned casseroles, dropped cakes, and set off the smoke alarm more times than I would like to admit. Those mistakes have made me braver. I have also cooked Sunday roasts that made the whole house smell like comfort and cinnamon rolls that disappeared faster than I could serve them. The balance between the flops and the wins is where the real joy lives.

At Ama Meals, I share recipes that are simple, cozy, and made for real life. A skillet dinner that saves you on a weeknight. A pot of soup that warms you through. A dessert that makes the kids cheer when it hits the table. Around here it is not about fancy. It is about food that feels like home.

I believe good food does not need to be complicated. A few honest ingredients, a little love, and a dash of courage can turn into something unforgettable.

So whether you are a mom trying to keep dinner interesting, a woman looking for new recipes to share with friends, or someone who loves the sound of a sauce bubbling on the stove, I hope you feel welcome here at Ama Meals. Pull up a chair, pour a cup of coffee, and let’s share stories, meals, and happy messes along the way.

At my table, there is always room for you.

Simple food, big heart.