The day started grey. One of those April mornings where the rain doesn’t fall, just hangs in the air like a held breath. I’d been …

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The day started grey. One of those April mornings where the rain doesn’t fall, just hangs in the air like a held breath. I’d been …
Rain again. I hadn’t planned anything. The fridge was nearly empty—except for eggs, milk, and two slices of bread too good to bin but too …
Rain again. Soft and sideways. The kind that makes the kitchen feel like a cocoon and not a room.I’d forgotten Easter was close until the …
It was one of those afternoons that felt like the inside of a cardigan—grey, stretched thin, and vaguely comforting. I wasn’t planning to bake. I …
It started, as these things often do, with a craving and not much else.A packet of cornflakes on the top shelf. Chicken thawing on the …
Rain again. Flickering light through the window, and the house smelled faintly of yesterday’s coffee. I hadn’t planned to bake. But I found a half-made …
It started with a craving and no plan.just soft jazz on the radio, a bowl left unwashed from last night, and the kind of weather …
The craving hit mid-laundry, mid-chaos.I wasn’t even thinking about caramel. Just needed something sweet, sticky, unapologetic. Something you eat in thin, rich squares with tea …
Rain again. The kind that clings to the windows like it’s got nowhere else to be. I wasn’t meant to be baking, but the house …
Lovely. I’ll begin writing this piece in my own voice,cotswold air in my lungs, the scent of roast in the rafters. This will be a …