The crust was already thawing by the time I realized what I was doing.I don’t even remember pulling it from the freezer. Just… there it …

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The crust was already thawing by the time I realized what I was doing.I don’t even remember pulling it from the freezer. Just… there it …

The first asparagus of the season always hits like a memory.Not a loud one. Something thin.Sharp like the knife I shouldn’t be using on that …

The pie tin was the old one. Green Pyrex. Little chip on the lip where I dropped it against the sink back when Clinton was …

The crust was already thawed when the power flickered.I’d rolled it out with the side of my wrist because the pin cracked last month and …

It smelled like Christmas morning and burnt regrets. The kind of day where you find yourself holding butter in both hands and not remembering why. …

It was fogged-in cold. The kind where the sky and the street blur together and the mailbox disappears by noon. The radiator was doing its …

The kitchen was cold.Not in a dramatic way. Just the kind of cold that makes you wrap your fingers in your sleeves and keep the …

It started with the eggs. not the mixing, not the pan — just the sound of the carton cracking open.I hadn’t made crepes in years. …

The light was weird that day. pale and buzzing. like a hospital hallway or an old motel mirror. I’d opened the fridge three times already, …

the bowl was already out.green Pyrex, chipped on one side, like everything else that’s lasted.i didn’t mean to make frosting.but i was looking for something …