The crust was too cold and my hands were too warm. The kind of mismatch that happens when you’re not really present. I’d meant to …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life
The crust was too cold and my hands were too warm. The kind of mismatch that happens when you’re not really present. I’d meant to …
I wasn’t hungry.The windows were sweating.Rain slid down the glass like it had something to prove. The kind of gray that flattens everything—even my appetite.But …
The oven was already on.The kind of day where you roast something just to feel it—that warm, sighing kind of heat. I wasn’t aiming for …
The wind pushed at the window like it was trying to change my mind. cold light, sea-gray. and I hadn’t eaten anything real in two …
It started because I couldn’t remember if the radiator was broken again or if I just didn’t care. The air in the kitchen felt like …
It was too bright in the kitchen. Cold sun through the window that made everything look cleaner than it was. I hadn’t meant to cook—I’d …
It was raining. not dramatic rain—just that Maine mist that wets your hair and makes the dog smell like laundry left too long in the …
The radiator clicked three times and gave up. again.I had wool socks on, but one was inside out and the other was damp. not wet. …
The flour was already out.I was already frustrated.The butter was too cold to cut and too soft to care, so I smashed it into the …
It started with the bananas.Too ripe. Too many. Piling up like a to-do list I was avoiding. I wasn’t planning to make pudding.But there was …