The recipe my grandmother never wrote down
“A little flour, until it feels right.” Trying to rebuild a flavour from memory.
Reflections on the places, encounters and choices that keep talking to Rose.
32 thoughts
“A little flour, until it feels right.” Trying to rebuild a flavour from memory.
It took me years to understand that solving everything alone wasn’t a sign of strength.
I moved a piece of furniture and, without noticing, also changed how I spend my afternoons.
Swapping the last episode of the night for an extra hour of sleep changed more than I expected.
Style isn’t a trend. It’s what helps us recognise ourselves in the mirror on a hard day.
Small things that work when your head feels heavy and the day won’t move.