The crust was already made.Store-bought. Slightly cracked on one side like it had something to say about me.The fridge was humming too loud and I …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Cookies — And Mae Called Them “The Good Kind”
It started with the smell. not the cookies. not the dough.Just the smell of the lemon, right after I zested it. The way it clung …
Tried Martha Stewart’s Coconut Cake and Remembered Why I Never Trusted Spring
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 …