It was already too warm for April. The kind of day where the kitchen feels sticky before you even preheat the oven. I wasn’t planning …

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It was already too warm for April. The kind of day where the kitchen feels sticky before you even preheat the oven. I wasn’t planning …

It started because I bought too many tomatoes again.The kind that sit on the counter and dare you to ignore them.Some were soft. One had …

The floor was cold. That kind of April cold that seeps up through the tile because you still haven’t sealed the back door. I wasn’t …

It started with eggplant.Not the one from the recipe. One in my fridge that had been in there long enough to feel… squishy at the …

The sugar bowl was already out.That’s how it started. I wasn’t planning to bake. I was looking for tea bags or maybe silence, I don’t …

It started with the zester. Bent just enough to catch on the skin of the lime and knick me, slightly—enough to swear. Enough to remember …

It was too hot to think.Not summer-hot. Emotional-hot. That weird heat that rises when you’re holding too much in — jaw, gut, fists. I opened …

The dog was barking at the wind again and I couldn’t find the lid to the sugar jar. That’s how it started. Not with a …

It started with the pink food coloring.I wasn’t even planning to bake. I’d opened the drawer for a tea towel—one of the good ones, the …

The kitchen smelled like oil before I even started.Not the clean kind. The kind that lingers in your clothes and hair and makes you wonder …