Appetizers and Sides

I wasn’t trying to make a dressing.I was trying to finish something. Anything. It had been one of those flat days where even the dog …

I wasn’t planning on wings. wasn’t planning on cooking at all. the kitchen smelled like burnt toast when I walked in—so, you know, something was …

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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 …