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Lemon ricotta pasta

Some recipes are more than just something to cook and eat. They become little pieces of home, tied to a moment, a season, or someone we love. I hope this is one of those recipes for you. It’s simple, comforting, and bright, with creamy ricotta, fresh lemon, and plenty of Parmesan. The kind of meal you can make when you want something delicious without making a fuss. One day, when you make this for yourself, or for the people you love, I hope you remember that it started here, with me making it for you. And perhaps, years from now, the taste of lemon and ricotta will bring you back to our kitchen, to this time in our lives, and to all the love that went into the meals I made for you. Ingredients 450g pasta (spaghetti or bucatini work best) 250g whole-milk ricotta 50g freshly grated Pecorino or Parmesan 1 lemon, zested and juiced 30ml olive oil Salt, freshly ground black pepper and chilli flakes, to taste Fresh basil, to garnish Method 1. Cook the pasta: Cook the pasta in a large pan of ...

The invisible side of cancer recovery

Two months after my final round of oral chemotherapy, I stood on my back patio staring at a completely flooded garden. Five hours earlier, I had turned on the sprinkler for what was supposed to be a "quick soak," only to walk away and forget it entirely. At first, I laughed. We all have absentminded moments. But then the slips began to stack up. I forgot my phone in the back of an Uber, left a bag of gifts I bought for my family at the boarding gate, and walked away from my wallet at a store checkout. The tipping point arrived late one night when the sharp smell of smoke hit me while I was sitting in the other room; I had left the oven on high heat, completely oblivious to it. That was the moment the jokes stopped being funny. These were no longer trivial slip-ups; I was making mistakes with serious, dangerous consequences, and I lived in constant dread of the next one. I felt perpetually one step behind my own life, plagued by a deep sense of shame. I started second-guessing...