So when his wife, Priya, left for a six-month research trip, she didn’t leave a cookbook. She left a single PDF on his tablet: The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dehydrating Foods .

One night, he got cocky. He tried to dehydrate a full lasagna. The guide had not covered lasagna. The result was a brittle, crumbly slab that tasted like despair. Humiliated, he returned to the PDF. There, in the fine print of the troubleshooting section: “Just because you can dry it, doesn’t mean you should. Looking at you, dairy.”

By month three, Miles had shelves of glass jars labeled in shaky handwriting: “ZUCCHINI – NOT ACTUALLY BAD,” “MUSHROOMS – TASTE LIKE BACON’S WEIRD COUSIN,” and “MANGO – PRIYA WILL BE PROUD.”

“Honey,” she said, hugging him. “You’re not an idiot anymore. You’re a… drying guy.”

His first victim was a bunch of bananas turning brown on the counter. Following the idiot-proof steps (Step 1: Slice. Step 2: Put on tray. Step 3: Walk away), he shoved them into their dusty food dehydrator—a wedding gift he’d used as a hat rack.