Appetizers and Sides

It was a quiet day.Not sad. Not slow. Just… quiet. The kind of morning that smells like clean counters and clipped herbs.Mae was drawing flowers …

I wasn’t grilling. Wasn’t even planning to cook meat.I was just standing there, spoon in hand, fridge open too long, staring at a near-empty bottle …

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 …