It started with the butter. The way it smelled when I melted it—low and slow, almost too long. That warm-sweet-fat thing that settles in the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s No-Bake Cheesecake – And It Took Me Straight Back to My Childhood Kitchen
The lemon didn’t even hit the counter yet. I smelled it and — that was it.It was her again. Mae. Nine years old. Flour on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Beef Stew. It Was Raining and I Needed Warmth.
The rain came in sideways. off the ocean, under the porch door, all through my knees. I wasn’t planning to cook—didn’t even have socks on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Apple Crumble and It Tasted Like Before
The oven door was already open. I don’t remember opening it. It was cold again—radiator groaning like it had feelings, and the dog tracking salt …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pumpkin Pie — And My Grandmother Showed Up Anyway
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 Tried Martha Stewart’s Potato Salad—And It Tasted Like Leaving
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Butternut Squash Lasagna — and Burnt the Top on Purpose
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Vegetable Lasagna—And Something Shifted
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 …
I Made Martha Stewart’s Lasagna—and Tapped the Dutch Oven Three Times While It Bubbled
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 …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Key Lime Pie—It Was Too Sweet, and I Needed That
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 …