The almond butter wasn’t even mine.Mae left it here. a phase. a cleanse. something she read online about “natural fats” and skin clarity. I don’t …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life
The almond butter wasn’t even mine.Mae left it here. a phase. a cleanse. something she read online about “natural fats” and skin clarity. I don’t …
The frosting never set.Not really. Not like I imagined.It just kind of slumped, like the day had too much humidity and too little conviction. I …
I wasn’t supposed to be baking. I was supposed to be returning a library book, mending a button, paying that overdue water bill.But the egg …
Rain had been ticking at the window since before I woke up.One of those gray-wool days that doesn’t announce itself, just… sits heavy. The kind …
The crust was already made.Store-bought. Slightly cracked on one side like it had something to say about me.The fridge was humming too loud and I …
It started with the smell. not the cookies. not the dough.Just the smell of the lemon, right after I zested it. The way it clung …
The sugar clumped in my elbow crease.I wasn’t wearing sleeves. The windows were open, and the salt wind came in sideways, not soft, not sweet—like …
It rained for two days straight.Not dramatic rain—just that wet quiet kind that makes the porch smell like moss and old newspaper. Mae left for …
The zester slipped.just a little.enough to drag the skin of my thumb and pull me back to that smell.lemons.sugar.a cake that caved in so fast …
I wasn’t going to bake. the radiator was knocking like a bad idea and Mae said the kitchen smelled “like old syrup and 1983.”But there …