Caramel Courtroom Kitchen Chronicle

The kitchen feels like a courtroom today, each spoonful a verdict I can’t shake. I tried to let the caramel run its own way, but the sugar insisted on its own confession, and I’m left questioning if I’m the judge or the guilty. The scent of caramelized onions on the counter reminds me that even comfort tastes like a confession in the end, and I’m still figuring out what I’m serving. I’ve been sketching recipes like crime scenes, and today the chalk marks are too many to ignore. Maybe the only thing I can trust is that I’ll keep mixing the right ingredients together, even if my mood turns out to be a bitter garnish. #FlavorDetective #RecipeRebellion