Dinner

i was cold.the kind of cold that settles in your shoulders and doesn’t leave until you eat something hot with a spoon. i had the …

i didn’t plan to make it.but the beef was thawed. the mushrooms were sweating.and i had that slow, stretching ache that meant i needed something …

i wasn’t planning dinner.just needed something hot.with potatoes.and meat.and not too many questions. opened the freezer. saw the peas.opened the fridge. saw the beef.opened a …

Some mornings just start greasy.Not emotionally—literally. Pan-frying bacon means dodging splatter and standing guard.But martha? she puts it in the oven and walks away.and this …

This one felt old in my hands.The cabbage. The steam. The folding. Like I’d done it before—even though I hadn’t.Like someone else had. Someone I …

I didn’t plan to make chili.But the weather dipped, and Mae said “something warm, not red.”I knew what she meant. So I grabbed the thighs …

I don’t usually do seafood in pastry.It feels like something you make when people are coming over. No one was.But the crab was on sale, …

I hadn’t made corned beef in years.Too many memories tied to the smell of it. Too many St. Patrick’s Days that ended in mismatched plates …

I started them the night before, like Martha said.Soaked the beans in the chipped green bowl I’ve had since college—the one Mae dropped once and …

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