Back to food, back to me.

I'm cooking again.

Standing over the counter, peeling onions, smashing garlic, melting butter, dusting with cayenne. Mixing oil and vinegar. Squeezing lemons. Tearing greens into small pieces for salads. Biting into pieces of fresh bread laden with melted chocolate and oven-warmed hazelnuts.

I feel whole again.

All because of a small meal.