It was cold enough that the windows coughed. That kind of morning where you wrap yourself in yesterday’s sweater and just…stand. Not doing. Just being …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Crab Cakes — and I Didn’t Use the Right Crab (On Purpose)
The lemon hit first. Not even from the fruit itself—just the rind, curled and tired, sitting on the windowsill like it had something to prove. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Buttermilk Biscuits on a Day I Could Barely Stand Myself
It started with the tin.Old. Lopsided. Bent from years of being slammed shut one-handed while holding a baby or a bowl or a breath.I hadn’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Coleslaw — and I Ate It with My Hands Like a Feral Cat
the mayo was almost bad. I used it anyway.there was a humming in the fridge that reminded me of late summer—when the air is too …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Bolognese Sauce — It Didn’t Taste Like It Used To
It started with the pancetta.Sharp smell, salty and rich, clung to the air like a memory you didn’t invite in. The kind that sits on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Beef Chili Recipe on a Day I Couldn’t Feel My Hands
The weather said 42 but felt like 18.Mae had taken the last of the gloves and my coat still smells like burnt sugar from last …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Squares — and I Swapped the Juice Like a Coward
It was already warm when I opened the window. April pretending to be July again. The kind of heat that makes the kitchen smell like …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Vegetarian Chili — It Tasted Like a Memory I Didn’t Mean to Stir
It started raining around 3. not the kind of rain that makes you light a candle. the kind that makes you sit in your car …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Caesar Salad — It Tasted Like a Secret I Wasn’t Supposed to Remember
There was a time I couldn’t eat anchovies without flinching.And then—well. Then I made this. It was damp out. Not rain. Just the kind of …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Blueberry Pie—It Didn’t Go How I Thought
It was raining sideways again. the kind that sounds like someone dragging their fingers down the windows. i was cold in that dumb way—sweater on, …