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 …

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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 …
The craving hit mid-laundry, mid-chaos.Rain tapping on the window, socks mismatched, and a cat sitting squarely on the recipe card. I wanted something warm, chewy, …
It started with a kind of stillness. One of those soft, in-between days—April not sure whether to drizzle or shine. I had a bunch of …
The craving crept in with the leaves. amber, rust, and that brittle crunch under foot. it was the kind of quiet that calls for syrup …
You know those days when the wind gets under the door and your bones feel it? That sort of Thursday. I’d meant to tackle the …