Begin by lighting a candle that smells like something baked but definitely isn’t food. Put on a sweater you don’t need yet, and announce to no one in particular that it’s “stew weather.”
In a heavy pot, combine imaginary root vegetables, a pinch of nostalgia, three memories you didn’t ask for, and one vague sense of responsibility. Let simmer while you stare out a window and question all of your life choices — gently.
Serve warm in an oversized bowl. Best enjoyed slowly, with second helpings of self-forgiveness and a strong commitment to going to bed early.
