Morning, barefoot on the mat, chef shirt untucked, copper quiet on the rack. I am telling the phone with a glass of water in my other hand because Enzo is…
Sunday light came in low and yellow, and the three mugs were already on the table because Noah cannot walk through a kitchen without setting out more cups than we…
There is a tray of plain rolls on the counter and I am recording this before I score them, apron open over a t-shirt, flour on my forearms, morning all…
