the mayo was almost bad. I used it anyway.there was a humming in the fridge that reminded me of late summer—when the air is too …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life

the mayo was almost bad. I used it anyway.there was a humming in the fridge that reminded me of late summer—when the air is too …

It started with the pancetta.Sharp smell, salty and rich, clung to the air like a memory you didn’t invite in. The kind that sits on …

The weather said 42 but felt like 18.Mae had taken the last of the gloves and my coat still smells like burnt sugar from last …

It was already warm when I opened the window. April pretending to be July again. The kind of heat that makes the kitchen smell like …

It started raining around 3. not the kind of rain that makes you light a candle. the kind that makes you sit in your car …

There was a time I couldn’t eat anchovies without flinching.And then—well. Then I made this. It was damp out. Not rain. Just the kind of …

It was raining sideways again. the kind that sounds like someone dragging their fingers down the windows. i was cold in that dumb way—sweater on, …

The fridge was making that slow groaning noise again. not broken—just tired, like the house. I was rooting around for the dill when I saw …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s Tomato Soup — and Stirred More Than Just Onions The radiator wasn’t cutting it.That weird cold, where it feels like it’s …

The first bite always makes me quiet.Maybe it’s the marshmallows — too soft, too sweet, too much like the wrong kind of comfort. Or maybe …