The house was quiet, but not the peaceful kind—more like the kind that creeps in after a hard week and makes you stare too long …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Deviled Eggs, and It Felt Like Dressing Up a Memory
It started with a craving.Not for eggs, exactly—but for something tidy. Precise. A little retro and a little smug. Like I could make order out …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Easy Waffles, and They Felt Like a Small Victory
The kitchen was already warm when I started—sunlight on the counter, that kind of hush that happens when you wake up before your thoughts do. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Buttermilk Waffles, and They Reminded Me How to Slow Down
It was too early for a decision and too late to go back to bed.The dog had already pawed the bedroom door open. The kettle …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Scalloped Potatoes, and They Quieted Something in Me
The house smelled cold. Not broken, not sad—just… hushed. One of those early spring days where the wind still thinks it’s February. I hadn’t spoken …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s One-Pot Pasta, and It Calmed Me Down
The noise had been steady all day. Not loud, just… constant. Emails. Dings. That hum the fridge makes when it thinks too hard. I couldn’t …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Meatloaf, and It Made Me Feel Full in More Ways Than One
The house was quiet in that particular way it gets after someone leaves. Mae had just gone back to school. Her cereal bowl still in …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Apple Pie, and It Felt Like a Memory I’d Forgotten to Grieve
The apples were bruised. Not badly—just soft around the edges, like something that used to be crisp but got tired.Mae had left a note on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pie Crust, and It Brought Back More Than I Wanted
The flour was already on the counter.I don’t remember putting it there.It was raining hard enough that the windows steamed. The dog wouldn’t stop pacing. …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Chip Cookies, and They Tasted Like Before
I wasn’t planning on baking. The kitchen was already hot.Mae had left the measuring spoons in the sink again, crusted with something orange.And I wasn’t …