It started because the house was too cold, and I refused to turn the heat on before November.Maine stubbornness. Or maybe just mine.Anyway—the oven was …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life
It started because the house was too cold, and I refused to turn the heat on before November.Maine stubbornness. Or maybe just mine.Anyway—the oven was …
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 …
It smelled like Christmas before the divorce. Not the tree, not the wrapping paper. The kitchen.The part where the air went still and the light …
It was too bright out for cake.One of those glassy spring days where the sun feels like it’s lying to you. I hadn’t planned to …
It started with the scrape of metal against glass.That sound a spoon makes when it’s fighting cold butter in a mixing bowl that’s too deep. …
I hadn’t looked at Martha’s pizza dough recipe in years. Not since the last time I tried to make it and dropped the bowl mid-stir—cracked …
The oven was already on.Leftover heat from Mae’s frozen pizza.I wasn’t planning to make anything sweet, but the day had been long and loud and …
It started with a drawer that wouldn’t close.The one with the melted measuring spoon and that tea towel that still smells like toast.I wasn’t looking …
It was overcast but hot. The kind of heat that doesn’t glow—it presses. My neck was sticky from the walk back from the post office, …
It started with the shallots.Too many. Too thin. Too loud in the oil.The kind of frying that smells like guilt and makes the window fog …