I didn’t need to make salad dressing.But I needed to mash something.And anchovies were the only thing in the fridge that looked like they deserved …
In This category You Will Find The Best Salad Recipes By Martha Stewart.
Salads
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Tuna Salad, and It Got Me Through a Day I Didn’t Want to Cook
I wasn’t in the mood.Didn’t want to sauté. Didn’t want to preheat. Didn’t want to try. But there was tuna. The oil-packed kind I hide …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pasta Salad, and It Got More Honest in the Fridge
I didn’t mean for it to become dinner.But I had half a box of pasta, a lemon that looked tired, and too many cherry tomatoes …
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 Vinaigrette — and Added Garlic, Out of Spite
The jar already had something in it.Hard to say what. Looked like lemon pulp and regret. I rinsed it half-heartedly, left one seed floating, didn’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 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 Chicken Salad – And Ended Up Eating It in Silence
I didn’t want anything cold.Not really. But it was too hot to turn on the stove, and the fridge had exactly what it had: leftover …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Potato Salad—And It Tasted Like Leaving
I wasn’t hungry.The windows were sweating.Rain slid down the glass like it had something to prove. The kind of gray that flattens everything—even my appetite.But …