Appetizers and Sides

I wasn’t even planning to cook. It was one of those afternoons where you open the fridge, stare, and close it again three times before …

It wasn’t a big cooking day.The kind of afternoon where you open the fridge and stare, waiting for something to feel doable. There were carrots. …

I didn’t want anything crunchy. Or loud.I wanted something that moved slow in a pan. Something to stir.It was one of those fog-thick evenings where …

It started because the lemons were going soft in the fruit bowl.And because the day was quiet in that weird way where even the dog …

It was cold enough to hurt.Not bitter, not dramatic—just that damp kind of Maine cold that sits behind your knees and in your elbows, like …

I didn’t plan on making sauce.Not on a Monday. Not when the house was already too quiet.But I found the tarragon behind the mustard—the kind …

it was too quiet for a tuesday.the kind of quiet that hangs around the corners of rooms where things were said a little too sharply …

it started with the onion.not the usual crying. just… the sharpness of it.like I wasn’t ready for anything that precise. I’d made Martha Stewart’s guacamole …

I didn’t mean to make pesto.but the basil was wilting, and the fridge smelled like old cheese, and I needed something that didn’t involve turning …

The fridge was too full of noise—lemon halves, a plastic bag of parsley that smelled like rain, a jar of jam from 2002 i’ll never …