You open the oven door and it hits you — that sour, burnt smell that’s half nostalgia, half shame. Baked-on lasagna, fossilized pizza cheese, greasy streaks catching the light like a crime scene. You ...
You open the oven door and it hits you — that sour, burnt smell that’s half nostalgia, half shame. Baked-on lasagna, fossilized pizza cheese, greasy streaks catching the light like a crime scene. You ...