I didn’t plan on making sauce.Not on a Monday. Not when the house was already too quiet.But I found the tarragon behind the mustard—the kind …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life

I didn’t plan on making sauce.Not on a Monday. Not when the house was already too quiet.But I found the tarragon behind the mustard—the kind …

i wasn’t hungry.not really. just cold.the kind of cold that settles in your joints and doesn’t leave, even with socks and three cups of tea. …

I Started It Too Late In The Day.The Kind Of Late Where Your Mixer Sounds Louder Than It Should And Everything Sticks To Your Sleeves. …

i wasn’t going to make anything that night.the light was weird. too yellow.and the mushrooms were starting to slump in the back of the fridge, …

it was too quiet for a tuesday.the kind of quiet that hangs around the corners of rooms where things were said a little too sharply …

didn’t mean to make it.just wanted something to fill the house. something warm. something that smelled like someone was home. Martha called it “New York …

it wasn’t a big morning.no brunch plans. no mason jars. no linen napkins draped just-so. just a cold counterand a bag of oats I kept …

it started with the onion.not the usual crying. just… the sharpness of it.like I wasn’t ready for anything that precise. I’d made Martha Stewart’s guacamole …

I thought it was going to be silly.A cake shaped like a lamb? Come on. I only pulled out the mold because Mae found it …

It was too quiet to cook.One of those afternoons where the light doesn’t move and the air feels like it’s waiting for something.I wasn’t going …