There was a morning last week that smelled like 2002.Faint smoke in the air. Not from leaves—someone’s chimney or too-hot toast. The kind that makes …
In This category You Will Find The Best Dessert Recipes By Martha Stewart.
Desserts
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Curd — It Got Under My Skin
It started with the sound of rain and the smell of something sharp. not vinegar. not wine. something yellow and stubborn.lemon, maybe. or memory. the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Gingerbread Cookies. The Smell Made Me Sit Down.
The oven light was out again. I didn’t fix it. Just let the dark stay in there while the heat worked. That’s how it felt …
Martha Stewart Creme Brulee
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 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 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, …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Zucchini Bread — and Somehow It Felt Like Summer and Ghosts
The fridge was making that slow groaning noise again. not broken—just tired, like the house. I was rooting around for the dill when I saw …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Royal Icing — It Tasted Like Christmas Before Everything Changed
The sugar dust hit the air before I even opened the window. it hung there. still.And I thought—maybe I won’t make the cookies. maybe I’ll …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Buttercream Frosting – And Remembered Too Much
the bowl was already out.green Pyrex, chipped on one side, like everything else that’s lasted.i didn’t mean to make frosting.but i was looking for something …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pumpkin Cheesecake — And Something About the Vanilla Broke Me
It was too warm for October. that weird stretch of fall where the sun forgets itself and everything smells like a memory on the verge …