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, …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life
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, …
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 Tomato Soup — and Stirred More Than Just Onions The radiator wasn’t cutting it.That weird cold, where it feels like it’s …
The first bite always makes me quiet.Maybe it’s the marshmallows — too soft, too sweet, too much like the wrong kind of comfort. Or maybe …
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 …
The kitchen didn’t feel cold exactly—just… unfinished. Like a sentence someone started and walked away from. I hadn’t planned to cook. The fridge was humming …
The crust was already thawing by the time I realized what I was doing.I don’t even remember pulling it from the freezer. Just… there it …
The first asparagus of the season always hits like a memory.Not a loud one. Something thin.Sharp like the knife I shouldn’t be using on that …
The pie tin was the old one. Green Pyrex. Little chip on the lip where I dropped it against the sink back when Clinton was …
The crust was already thawed when the power flickered.I’d rolled it out with the side of my wrist because the pin cracked last month and …