Guests forget the wine. They remember the food.
Airbnb hosts spend money on linens, espresso machines, and a bottle on the counter. Guests photograph it. They do not talk about it after they leave.
What they talk about is someone cooking in the kitchen. Groundnut stew on the stove. Chapati in the evening. Luwombo coming out of banana leaf. The house smelling like food that did not come from a delivery bag.
I cook Ugandan food in the rental. One week of menus. Hosts buy it as an amenity. Guests eat at the table.
If you run a listing for people on a 2–4 month stay, this is the thing that makes the place feel like a place.