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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Corn Chowder, and It Tasted Like a Quieter Version of Me
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Cake — and It Wasn’t the Cake That Got Me
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 Tried Martha Stewart’s Carrot Raisin Muffins. I Fought the Raisins and Lost.
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Apple Cake. I Was Too Tired To Measure.
The apples were going soft. the fridge made that groaning noise again—the one that always sounds like it’s trying to tell me something. it was …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Flourless Chocolate Torte on the Worst Day of the Month
It started with burnt toast and a voicemail I didn’t want to hear.Not tragic. Just… worn.The kind of day that smells like old socks and …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Mousse — and Forgot to Breathe Somewhere in the Middle
The bowl was cold. Not fridge-cold—just… untouched. I hadn’t planned to make anything. The rain was doing that sideways thing it does here when the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Blueberry Muffins — and Something About Them Felt Like a Sunday I Forgot
It started with the silence of an overripe banana.I know. These aren’t banana muffins. But that’s how the morning began—me peeling back the skin of …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Shortcake — and Remembered Why I Don’t Make This in June
The oven was already on. I wasn’t thinking shortcake. I wasn’t thinking much of anything. Just standing barefoot in the kitchen with one sock on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Layer Cake—And It Made Me Miss the Wrong Summer
It wasn’t hot enough for cake that day.Cloudy, like the sky couldn’t commit. The kind of weather that doesn’t tell you what to wear, so …