The smell clung.Tomato, wine, something herbal and too warm. The kind of scent that sticks in fabric, even after the dish towel’s been washed twice. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Cucumber Salad. I Was Too Tired To Be Impressed—But Then It Hit.
It was too hot to think.Not real heat—just the kind that creeps in when the windows don’t open right and the fan clicks like a …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Egg Salad Tea Sandwiches — And Didn’T Trim A Damn Thing
It was quiet in that hard kind of way. Like the kitchen didn’t want me in it.Fridge was humming louder than usual. I hadn’t done …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Breakfast Cookies — And Ended Up Yelling At The Mixer
The butter wouldn’t soften.The banana chips were stale.And I was already annoyed because Mae had said something sharp over text that morning—nothing big, just a …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Easter Eggs. The Coconut Broke Me.
The kitchen was still cold. I hadn’t turned on the heat yet because I was pretending spring meant something up here. But my hands were …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Chicken Pot Pie With Puff Pastry — And I Ate The Last Scoop Cold
It was gray in that way March gets cruel with. not dramatic. just dull.Mae was out. The house had this hum to it—dishwasher running, fridge …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Benedictine Dip — And It Made Me Feel Like I Was Trying Again
I didn’t mean to make anything.There was still toast on the counter from the morning, still coffee in the pot I hadn’t touched since eight, …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Lobster Roll — And It Brought Back The Wrong Summer
The lobster was on sale.That’s the only reason I even looked. I wasn’t feeling coastal. I wasn’t feeling Her Highness. I was barefoot in a …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Gazpacho, And Ended Up Arguing With The Blender
It was too hot to be this angry.The kind of day where your skin hums from old sunburn and the kitchen feels like it’s judging …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Fresh Ham With Green-Herb Paste — And The Oven Was Already Mad
I didn’t mean to make a ham.The fridge was too full, the radiator was clanging, and Mae texted “any meat???” like I was a butcher …