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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Yule Log Cake — And I Wasn’t Ready for the Memory That Hit Mid-Roll
the powdered sugar caught in the radiator heat like smoke.not real smoke—just that dry floaty feeling like you’ve walked into a room where something happened. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Zucchini Muffins. I Didn’t Expect to Cry Over Citrus.
It started with a spoon stuck to the counter.One of those mornings where the air was thick with undone things—laundry piles, unanswered texts, the faint …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Zucchini Fritters — and Got Grease on the Window
It started with a smell. not the zucchini—those don’t smell like anything. not really.But the oil. hot, floral, with a sharp edge. it reminded me …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Zucchini Bread – And It Tasted Like a Memory I Never Meant to Keep
The window wouldn’t close right. Again.Cold air slid under the cabinets and up my spine while I stood barefoot, staring at a zucchini I didn’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s 5-Ingredient Cookies and Didn’t Even Mean To
The almond butter wasn’t even mine.Mae left it here. a phase. a cleanse. something she read online about “natural fats” and skin clarity. I don’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s 4th of July Cake — It Ended with a Plastic Spoon and Silence
The frosting never set.Not really. Not like I imagined.It just kind of slumped, like the day had too much humidity and too little conviction. I …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s 7-Minute Frosting – It Got Personal
I wasn’t supposed to be baking. I was supposed to be returning a library book, mending a button, paying that overdue water bill.But the egg …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Oatmeal Cookies on a Day I Didn’t Want to Feel Much
Rain had been ticking at the window since before I woke up.One of those gray-wool days that doesn’t announce itself, just… sits heavy. The kind …