The milk was already sour. not enough to ruin the cake—just enough to make me remember the fridge in the old place. the one with …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life

The milk was already sour. not enough to ruin the cake—just enough to make me remember the fridge in the old place. the one with …

the powdered sugar caught in the radiator heat like smoke.not real smoke—just that dry floaty feeling like you’ve walked into a room where something happened. …

It started with a spoon stuck to the counter.One of those mornings where the air was thick with undone things—laundry piles, unanswered texts, the faint …

It started with a smell. not the zucchini—those don’t smell like anything. not really.But the oil. hot, floral, with a sharp edge. it reminded me …

The window wouldn’t close right. Again.Cold air slid under the cabinets and up my spine while I stood barefoot, staring at a zucchini I didn’t …

The almond butter wasn’t even mine.Mae left it here. a phase. a cleanse. something she read online about “natural fats” and skin clarity. I don’t …

The frosting never set.Not really. Not like I imagined.It just kind of slumped, like the day had too much humidity and too little conviction. I …

I wasn’t supposed to be baking. I was supposed to be returning a library book, mending a button, paying that overdue water bill.But the egg …

Rain had been ticking at the window since before I woke up.One of those gray-wool days that doesn’t announce itself, just… sits heavy. The kind …

The crust was already made.Store-bought. Slightly cracked on one side like it had something to say about me.The fridge was humming too loud and I …