Watching the shrimp turn opaque in the citrus bath, I notice the edges firming up against the acid. It’s a slow dance, the seafood gently changing texture as it absorbs …
This little corner of the internet didn’t begin with me.
It began with Val my neighbourhood aunt whose kitchen held more warmth than any fireplace ever could.
She was more of a friend and I’ve come to know her in the most unexpected way.








