i wasn’t going to make anything that night.the light was weird. too yellow.and the mushrooms were starting to slump in the back of the fridge, …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life

i wasn’t going to make anything that night.the light was weird. too yellow.and the mushrooms were starting to slump in the back of the fridge, …

it was too quiet for a tuesday.the kind of quiet that hangs around the corners of rooms where things were said a little too sharply …

didn’t mean to make it.just wanted something to fill the house. something warm. something that smelled like someone was home. Martha called it “New York …

it wasn’t a big morning.no brunch plans. no mason jars. no linen napkins draped just-so. just a cold counterand a bag of oats I kept …

it started with the onion.not the usual crying. just… the sharpness of it.like I wasn’t ready for anything that precise. I’d made Martha Stewart’s guacamole …

I thought it was going to be silly.A cake shaped like a lamb? Come on. I only pulled out the mold because Mae found it …

It was too quiet to cook.One of those afternoons where the light doesn’t move and the air feels like it’s waiting for something.I wasn’t going …

I wasn’t planning to drink.But the sun was too loud and the fridge hummed like it knew something I didn’t.One of those afternoons that smells …

I wasn’t planning dessert.I wasn’t planning anything, really—not even dinner. The peaches were too soft. The air felt like syrup. My head, heavier than the …

It started with burnt toast.You’d think I’d have learned by now—but no. I scraped it, like always, and left the crumbs in the sink like …