It was too hot to think.Not summer-hot. Emotional-hot. That weird heat that rises when you’re holding too much in — jaw, gut, fists. I opened …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Kitchen Sink Cookies. I Was Tired. They Didn’t Care.
The dog was barking at the wind again and I couldn’t find the lid to the sugar jar. That’s how it started. Not with a …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Funfetti Cake – and Made a Bit of a Frosting Scene
It started with the pink food coloring.I wasn’t even planning to bake. I’d opened the drawer for a tea towel—one of the good ones, the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Onion Rings — And Burnt My Fingers, Sort Of
The kitchen smelled like oil before I even started.Not the clean kind. The kind that lingers in your clothes and hair and makes you wonder …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Upside-Down Rhubarb Cake. It Looked Like a Mistake. It Wasn’t.
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 …