Every year, for halloween, (NØ) cooks this surprise Potimarron. When October comes and the days shorten she brings home small potimarrons from her father’s garden. She prepares them the same way every year with bacon and mushrooms and parsley and béchamel for comfort… Come to see how she draws the ingredients in a notebook before…

The days shorten almost imperceptibly — a slow tilt of light across the floor. Somewhere, a bell rings again. Bags are zipped, shoes tightened. A return begins. And in the quiet that follows, something warm is prepared. It is the time of year when structure begins to gather at the edges. But before the rhythm…

First Thing First… COFFEE… Nothing in the day can truly begin without that first cup of coffee. The alarm rings, and already (NØ)’s taste buds stir with anticipation—here, coffee is sacred. Bold and black to start, sharp as the morning light. Then slowly, gently, it begins to mellow with the hours. A large cup in…