The Weight of Paper (featuring Key-less Lime Tartlets)
“Yowwowowwoooooooo!” Amelia alerted me to the mailman approaching our stoop. I was channeling some teen-with-a-crush-waiting-for-him-to-call energy and didn’t go to the door immediately. I didn’t want to jinx it. Maybe it would be there if I didn’t run straight to the mailbox. Maybe waiting until …