It's still winter—the sun stays distant. We fix masks of manuka honey on our faces, lather goats' milk soap and wash off the film. I like simple dishes like long- simmered radish, egg flowers swirling in broth. Craving means you want what you know you don't or can't have. At night, the cold presses against the sides of the house. You tuck yourself in, gently, among the shadows.