Mae was home.She walked in while I was halfway through slicing onions, said, “Smells like you’re trying.”I was. Not for perfection. Not for guests. Just …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Cranberry Sauce — Mae Dipped a Cookie In It
The fridge light caught it first.That glass dish we never use—wedged behind the oat milk and the jar of peach jam from 2002.Still red. Still …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Sugar Cookies, and It Turned Into More Than Just Baking
I wasn’t trying to be festive. There was no birthday, no holiday, no reason to pull out cookie cutters shaped like mittens and moons. I …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Cake, and It Made the Afternoon Feel Like June
It wasn’t warm enough for strawberries. Not really. Not the kind you’d eat barefoot in the yard with juice dripping down your wrist. But they …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Apple Crisp, and It Was the First Thing That Felt Right That Week
I hadn’t meant to bake. I really hadn’t. But the apples on the counter were going soft in that way that starts to feel personal.It …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Mashed Potatoes, and They Were Quiet in All the Right Ways
It was one of those evenings when the house just… echoed.No music, no questions, no forks left in the sink. Mae was out. The wind …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Carrot Cake, and It Took Me Somewhere I Didn’t Expect
The house was quiet, but not the peaceful kind—more like the kind that creeps in after a hard week and makes you stare too long …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Deviled Eggs, and It Felt Like Dressing Up a Memory
It started with a craving.Not for eggs, exactly—but for something tidy. Precise. A little retro and a little smug. Like I could make order out …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Easy Waffles, and They Felt Like a Small Victory
The kitchen was already warm when I started—sunlight on the counter, that kind of hush that happens when you wake up before your thoughts do. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Buttermilk Waffles, and They Reminded Me How to Slow Down
It was too early for a decision and too late to go back to bed.The dog had already pawed the bedroom door open. The kettle …