Left - {Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies}

Using the pad of my thumb against the sewn hem of my shirt, I clear the blurry screen of my phone with a single sweep to reveal a strain of pocket-dialed digits. Although abused and scratched, the brightly lit screen is free of flour and sugar; completely liberated of any trace of my work in the kitchen. Held in my palm, against a pristine black shirt once shielded by an apron, you'd really