Book Confessions of an Ex-Ballerina

This week’s menu feels like a deep breath after a long exhale. It’s a lineup built for busy days, hungry people, and the kind of evenings where dinner needs to show up without a fight. Nothing fussy, nothing forgettable. Just warm bowls, familiar flavors with a little wanderlust, and meals that understand the difference between “I love to cook” and “I need everyone fed.” If your week looks anything like mine, this menu is here to carry you through it, one plate at a time.