I remember it clearly because it was one of those evenings where you’re caught between wanting to do something and wanting to do absolutely nothing at all. The sky outside my apartment was a dull, heavy gray, the kind that makes you wonder if the sun will ever come back out. I had just gotten home after a day that felt longer than it really was—missed buses, a couple of frustrating calls at work, and that lingering feeling that you’re two steps behind on everything. I put my phone face-down on the table and just sat there for a moment, not sure what I wanted. Cooking felt lik...>>