Six Samoan mains. One hardcover keepsake. Kale Moa simmering. Palusami in the oven. Oka in the fridge before the cousins arrive. Sapa Sui, Fai'ai Eleni, Keke Pua'a. The dishes that anchor a Sunday table, shot dark and moody, written for the diaspora kitchen working with what the local supermarket has.

For the cousin overseas on a birthday. For the niece who just moved out. For the dad tired of the same five things on rotation. Stackable next to the Comfort, Sweets, and Tea Time keepsakes. Builds into a set, one book at a time.