Soup for a rainy evening
Greens, beans, bread, and an evening that does not need anything else.
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Three hours by train
A window seat, a book, and fields going past for three hours.
A small town and its market
The market tells you more about a town in an hour than a guidebook does in a day.
A failed cake and what it taught me
It sank in the middle, tasted fine, and I made it again the next week.
A coastal walk in early spring
Wind, salt, and a path that follows the water for as long as you want it to.
A weekend market and what I bought
Greens, bread, cheese, and a bunch of flowers I did not plan to buy.
Three noodle shops I keep returning to
One for broth, one for noodles, one for the room itself.