I wasn’t craving anything.I just didn’t want to sit still. So I sifted the flour.Cut in cold butter with two knives like I was trimming …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Scones, and the Glaze Wasn’t the Only Thing That Cracked
I didn’t want breakfast.I wanted something to break into. So I grabbed a lemon. Zested it like I meant it.Tore through the flour with frozen …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Blueberry Scones, and It Made the Morning Feel Less Empty
I wasn’t trying to make anything impressive.Just needed the house to smell like I meant to wake up. The blueberries were soft.The butter was cold.And …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pierogi Recipe, and It Turned Into a Day I Didn’t Mind Remembering
I didn’t mean to make pierogi.But I’d boiled too many potatoes. The house was cold. And Mae was curled on the couch like she hadn’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Oven-Baked Bacon, and It Saved My Morning (and My Stove)
Some mornings just start greasy.Not emotionally—literally. Pan-frying bacon means dodging splatter and standing guard.But martha? she puts it in the oven and walks away.and this …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Healthy Oatmeal Cookies, and They Were Just What I Needed (But Forgot I Wanted)
I wasn’t planning to bake.I’d already burned the toast. Mae had taken the good spatula. The light outside looked like old newspaper. But the oats …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Cornbread Stuffing, and It Made the House Smell Like Someone Was Coming Over
I didn’t have a turkey.Didn’t have a guest list. Didn’t even have a plan.But I had leftover cornbread and sausage in the freezer, and that …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Caesar Dressing, and Honestly, I Licked the Spoon
I didn’t need to make salad dressing.But I needed to mash something.And anchovies were the only thing in the fridge that looked like they deserved …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Tuna Salad, and It Got Me Through a Day I Didn’t Want to Cook
I wasn’t in the mood.Didn’t want to sauté. Didn’t want to preheat. Didn’t want to try. But there was tuna. The oil-packed kind I hide …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Stuffed Cabbage, and It Took Me Back to a Table I Don’t Sit At Anymore
This one felt old in my hands.The cabbage. The steam. The folding. Like I’d done it before—even though I hadn’t.Like someone else had. Someone I …