I ORDERED PIZZA FOR DINNER AND THE MOMENT I OPENED THE BOX, I THOUGHT I WAS LOOKING AT SOMETHING ILLEGAL
It had been one of those exhausting days where even the idea of cooking feels unreasonable. The kind of day where time moves too slowly, energy disappears too quickly, and the kitchen becomes less of a place for food and more of a place for regret. By the time evening arrived, I wasn’t interested in…