Muki--s Kitchen Online

The double hyphen was always a puzzle. A stumble. A secret handshake you didn't know you were making.

Nobody remembered the first time they ate there. They only remembered the need to go back. muki--s kitchen

On the plate: a single, unadorned saltine cracker. The double hyphen was always a puzzle

She was small, ageless, with flour-dusted forearms and eyes the color of burnt honey. She wore a stained apron over a grey sweater. She did not greet us. She simply cooked. unadorned saltine cracker. She was small