(AKA: THE DISH THAT HELD ME WHEN NOTHING ELSE DID) There’s something about butter melting in bacon grease that feels like a deep exhale. Like, the kind of breath you didn’t know you were holding …
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This Pizza Let Me Feel Full Again
(AKA: THE NIGHT I MADE A SAUCE IN TEARS AND STILL PUT CHEESE ON TOP) Listen. I wasn’t trying to be extra. I wasn’t aiming for drama. I just… wanted something soft. Something indulgent. Something …
This Soup Let Me Fall Apart Gently
(AKA: A BOWL OF WARMTH I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED UNTIL I WAS SOBBING OVER IT AT MIDNIGHT) Okay. So. I wasn’t even hungry. Not really. I was just kinda… spiraling? You know those nights …
It Tasted Like I Might Still Have Time
(AKA: THE ICY BLACK ELIXIR THAT SAVED ME FROM MY VILLAIN ERA) Okay. So. Let me set the scene: It’s 2:47 a.m. My hoodie smells like espresso and broken dreams. I’m sitting on the kitchen …
I Needed Something Gentle That Would Still Hold Me
(AKA: THE NIGHT I HELD MYSELF TOGETHER WITH BUTTER AND FIRE) It was quiet. The kind of quiet that feels like it might swallow you whole. I hadn’t spoken all day, hadn’t really moved except …
I Didn’t Know I Needed This Until I Bit In
(AKA: MCDONALD’S CHEESEBURGER SLIDERS AND MY LATE-NIGHT RECKONING) It hit me mid-chew. Like, real existential clarity — barefoot in my kitchen at 12:47AM, in a hoodie older than most of my relationships, holding a cheeseburger …
Dinner Didn’t Save Me. But It Helped
(AKA: SAUSAGE, APPLES, AND THE DAY I WOKE UP MID-BITE) This wasn’t just dinner. This was Ultra Instinct Lulu, barefoot in a war-torn kitchen, hair tied with a chip clip, moving in silence like a …
It Was Just Me, The Glass, And My Ghosts
(AKA: SASUKE LEFT THE VILLAGE AND MADE A MANGO MARTINI) This drink? It’s not cute. It’s not playful. It’s not pink and giggling in the sun. No, baby — this martini hurts. In the way …
This Is What It Felt Like to Want Something Again
(AKA: CHEESE-GLAZED CHAOS ON A SWEET BREAD ALTAR) You ever been so emotionally starved you confuse cheese for affection??Yeah. Me too, babe. That’s why I made these. I don’t even know what I was trying …
This Was the First Thing I Tasted All Day
(AKA: I WANTED TO FEEL LIGHT AGAIN BUT EVERYTHING INSIDE ME WAS HEAVY GREEN) I didn’t need caffeine.I needed clarity.I needed something soft, clean, cold, something that whispered instead of screamed. Something that felt like …