I wasn’t going to make dessert. The fridge was humming louder than usual and I was already barefoot and damp from rinsing the porch pollen …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Pumpkin Squares — And The Frosting Broke Me A Little
It smelled like late October, even though it wasn’t. The kind of fake fall you get in coastal Maine when the wind teases you into …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Red Velvet Chocolate Cake — And Something In Me Shifted
The flour hit the counter like ash.Not gently. Not soft. Just—dust, then silence.I hadn’t made a red velvet cake in… ten years? Twelve?Back when Mae …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Tres Leche Cake — And It Didn’T Taste Like It Used To
the first time i made this cakei was still married.and he said it tasted like a sponge in the best wayand i didn’t know what …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Yeast Rolls—And I Didn’T Expect What They’D Bring Back
I wasn’t going to bake.It was too warm for it. One of those spring days that pretends to be summer until the wind snaps back …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Applesauce. I Was Just Tired And Needed To Stir
I didn’t mean to cook.It was that kind of day—the radiator wheezing like it had opinions, the sky the color of dishwater, Mae texting me …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S BéChamel Sauce. It Got Personal Fast.
The towel was already damp. not from use—just air. thick, April kind of damp. the kind that clings to your jaw, not your skin. I …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Slow Cooker Beef Stew—Because I Needed To Feel Like Someone Else Was In Charge
It was raining so hard the window sounded like it was hissing at me. cold, coastal, sideways rain—the kind that blurs the sky and makes …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Blueberry Cobbler — And It Tasted Like My Grandmother’S Apron
It started with the cinnamon. Just a little, barely there. I opened the drawer too fast and the jar tipped sideways like it always does—because …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Beef Bourguignon — And Ended Up Crying Into My Dutch Oven
It started cold. Not a metaphor. Just cold. The kind that gets inside your elbows when you’re reaching into the back of the fridge for …