Martha Stewart Recipes

I Tried Martha Stewart’S Cream Of Mushroom Soup — And Forgot I Needed It

The fog had already rolled in by noon. The kind that makes your windows look like secrets and your bones ache like you forgot something …

It wasn’t a big cooking day.The kind of afternoon where you open the fridge and stare, waiting for something to feel doable. There were carrots. …

I didn’t want anything crunchy. Or loud.I wanted something that moved slow in a pan. Something to stir.It was one of those fog-thick evenings where …

The batter looked like sunlight.That kind of pale yellow that shows up in your memory before it does in your kitchen—thin, sweet, and full of …

It started because the lemons were going soft in the fruit bowl.And because the day was quiet in that weird way where even the dog …

It was cold enough to hurt.Not bitter, not dramatic—just that damp kind of Maine cold that sits behind your knees and in your elbows, like …

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, …