It started with the knife.The dull one. The one I should’ve sharpened weeks ago—the one with the crack in the handle that pinches your thumb …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Cranberry Upside-Down Cake, and the Edges Got Darker Than I Meant To
It was the kind of cold that settles in your joints before you even open the door. Not dramatic snowstorm cold—just the gray, unforgiving chill …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Upside Down Turkey. It Cooked Faster Than I Did.
The kitchen smelled like broth and wet rope.Not bad—just strange.November was late this year, and I was late with it. The fridge had grapes rolling …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Apple Honey Upside Down Cake—And It Tasted Like an Old Secret
The radiator was clicking again. That uneven clack it makes when the air’s too dry and I’ve forgotten to bleed the pipes. I wasn’t planning …
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 White Cake. It Smelled Like a House I Don’t Live In Anymore.
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Yule Log Cake — And I Wasn’t Ready for the Memory That Hit Mid-Roll
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. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Zucchini Muffins. I Didn’t Expect to Cry Over Citrus.
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Zucchini Fritters — and Got Grease on the Window
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Zucchini Bread – And It Tasted Like a Memory I Never Meant to Keep
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 …