I haven’t shared anything I write in a while. Not because I had nothing to say — more because I couldn’t keep up with how I perceived everything has to be said. Too clever, too ironic, too curated. I’ve gotten used to a certain kind of distance. Irony is easier than closeness. Jokes protect me from revealing too much. And being cool often just means not having to care. But I want to care more again. I want to write things that are allowed to feel. I want cooking to be more than a recipe. Rather a gesture. And I want to tell stories that feel like all kinds of memories — tender, messy, cold, beautiful. I want to start sharing short stories, recipes that tell more about people than portions, thoughts on food and life. If you're in the mood to search for those things with me, I'd love to have you along.