Clara said those words softly as she stared at the neatly arranged bowl sitting on the second shelf of the refrigerator. Each egg looked identical—smooth, spotless, and somehow intimidating. Growing up, Clara had lived in a home where leftovers weren’t exactly trusted, and anything beyond a day old was treated like a daring experiment. Now, living with her mother-in-law, Ruth, meant learning a whole new language of routines, habits, and secrets of the kitchen that Clara never knew existed. Continue reading…
