The lobster was on sale.That’s the only reason I even looked. I wasn’t feeling coastal. I wasn’t feeling Her Highness. I was barefoot in a …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Gazpacho, And Ended Up Arguing With The Blender
It was too hot to be this angry.The kind of day where your skin hums from old sunburn and the kitchen feels like it’s judging …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Fresh Ham With Green-Herb Paste — And The Oven Was Already Mad
I didn’t mean to make a ham.The fridge was too full, the radiator was clanging, and Mae texted “any meat???” like I was a butcher …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Fruit Salad And Ended Up Crying Over A Grapefruit
It started with a damp tea towel and the kind of light that makes you feel like you’re supposed to do something better with your …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S GruyèRe Scalloped Potatoes — Because I Needed Something Beige And Soft
Didn’t plan on making anything.The house was quiet in that lonely way. Not peaceful. Just… low. I hadn’t slept well. Mae texted from college about …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Honey-Glazed Spiral Ham — And The Radio Was Still On When It Burned A Little
It was snowing. Or raining. Or both.That heavy slush that feels like grief and smells like February. The ham wasn’t planned.Mae had a concert, the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Olive And Cheese Bread — And I Baked It In That Pan Again
It was too hot to bake.I did it anyway. The bread started with spite, as most of my best things do. Mae had left the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Pecan Squares — They Cracked, I Didn’T
It started with the cold again.Not outside. The kind of cold that lives in your stomach when the house goes too quiet and the sugar’s …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Mulled Wine, And It Tasted Like A Ghost I Almost Missed
It smelled like something I remembered. but couldn’t name. The orange hit the pot first—zest and juice, sharp and sweet—and then came the rest. Cinnamon. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’S Porchetta And Nearly Set Off The Smoke Alarm
The kitchen was already hot. not warm. hot. the kind of heat that makes your ankles sweat while you’re standing still. The pork belly was …