The threshold table

A soul-transport ritual through food, spirit, and season

For women’s retreats, threshold rites, event sanctuaries, blessingways & sacred events
Ceremonial cuisine for the moments that shift your soul

Not a Meal. A Memory Written in the Body.

You’ve booked the space. You’ve planned the retreat. You’ve built the altar.
But something’s still missing.
A hollowness between the rituals. A hunger beneath the surface.

You’ve tasted “healthy.”
You’ve bought organic.
But still—the food feels like it’s watching the ceremony, not inside it.

That’s because you don’t just need catering.
You need a kitchen that knows how to pray.

I Cook to Heal DNA Lineage.

And I Feed the Threshold of Woman Becoming.
My name is Sam Martin, and I am the disciple of the sacred mother.

In my kitchen-temple, I cook with season, spirit, and ancestral flame.
Each dish is a ritual. Each meal a frequency.
I cook for your becoming—when you are closest to the veil and most in need of being fed at the soul level.

This is not just nourishment.
This is resonance.
A remembrance of who you were before the forgetting.

The Edge-and-X Effect

Ceremonial Cuisine that Crosses the Veil

1. Smoke as Signal
Every herb, every root, every broth is chosen in reverence. My meals speak to the guides. The steam carries your intentions. We’re not eating—we’re invoking.

2. Sacred Seasonal Rhythm
Menus are designed with the Earth’s turning—solstices, equinoxes, womb moons. This is food that honors the cycle you’re in and calls in the next.

3. Bespoke Threshold Design
Each meal is custom to the space being held. Sometimes I lead. Sometimes we co-create. Always, the food matches the frequency of the rite.

Who’s Guiding This Portal?

I didn’t go to culinary school.
I went to death.
I went to birth.
I went to solstice and moon-blood and grief.
And in those moments, I lit the fire.
My father passed, and I found myself in the kitchen with tears and thyme.
My own postpartum was laced with ceremony.
I began cooking for the sun’s stillness, for the womb’s release, for the ancestors watching.
This is where I became the kitchen oracle.
And I’ve never stopped feeding the flame.

After You Eat This Way…

A woman told me she remembered her grandmother’s scent the moment she tasted my rosehip broth.
Another wept halfway through the solstice meal.
Not because it was fancy—because it called her back.
This is what happens when the food is tuned to your frequency.
You become fully here.

The Plan

Rites ServedOptions

Women's Retreats -Single-day, overnight, or full weekends/week

Sacred SuppersCeremonial dinners for 4–20 guests

 Mother Days - One-time or ongoing support meals

Custom Threshold EventsDesigned for the rite: blood, birth, loss, release

What You Receive

Bespoke ceremony menu, created with season + spirit

Meal(s) prepared and served on-site OR delivered with instructions

Ritual plating + sacred timing (aligned to your event arc)

Optional add-ons: tea altar, ancestral offering, prayerful anointing

Pricing begins upon inquiry; tailored to each event’s scope + sacredness

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What They Say

🜂 “I didn’t know food could carry this much soul. We felt held, seen, fed by our lineage.”
🜂 “It felt like my body was finally invited to the ceremony.”
🜂 “This wasn’t a meal—it was a return.”

Logistics & Investment

I work locally and travel for aligned ceremonial work.
Pricing reflects the depth of the rite, the number of guests, and the season.
I only take on a limited number of events per month to protect the frequency.

This is soul-aligned food. There are no packages. Only portals.

Final Invocation

This is a call to those who know:
The body must be fed in ceremony.
The womb must be witnessed in salt and smoke.
The ancestors are hungry for reverence.
And the kitchen is not separate. It is the temple.
🕯️ Book me when you’re ready to feed the veil. 🕯️
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