The story
When my son was born, cooking at home got infinitely harder. For a while we barely ate proper meals, just whatever people dropped over, and scraps. When the newborn fog lifted we tried to bring structure back, but with far less time. Most weeks, the three of us ended up deciding what to eat and writing the shopping list in the car, on the way to the store.
He's older now, the chaos isn't. The weekly work never really goes away, it just gets quieter: a blank page to fill every week, a hundred small decisions no one else sees.
That work is invisible, and it lands on one person. Thyme exists to lift it, quietly. No account, no ads, no selling your data. Pay once, it's yours and so is your data.