my inspiration

it started in a 24square foot kitchen...our escape. its where we would stand for hours talking, laughing, chewing, slurping. we watched each other grow here. 2am meet ups opening the cabinets at snail speed not to make a sound. 48hour marinated steaks, key lime pie, and burnt popcorn. taking turns of who got to sit on the stool and while the others back pressed up against the glass of the oven door. I can see your laugh as you pull the trader joes soyaki out of the fridge, updating me on your life. I think you would have made an excellent chef.

the kitchen was a place I found you in. coming home with a new craving or idea on what to whip up next. its a place I continue to find myself in trying to find you.