It started with the smell of cloves in the drawer. I wasn’t looking for them. I’d opened it for tape or twine or something else …

Recipes Inspired by Martha Stewart, Cooked in Real Life
It started with the smell of cloves in the drawer. I wasn’t looking for them. I’d opened it for tape or twine or something else …
The grater slipped twice.first time on the potato. second time on memory.I wasn’t even hungry. just tired.The kind of tired that lives in your wrists …
It started with the smell. Not even from my own pan. The neighbors were frying something sweet—sugar hitting butter on cast iron—and I stood by …
It was snowing sideways when I remembered the recipe. Not the first snow. That had come and gone, flashy and early. This one stuck. Made …
It came out of the oven like a surprise i didn’t feel guilty for.Some things do that. show up golden and calm and don’t ask …
The first one burned.The second one folded in half when i tried to flip it with the wrong spatula.The third one? mae said it “tasted …
That opening. Beautifully broken. Honest. I can feel the window chill and the weight of silence pressed up against that cracked Pyrex. Want me to …
It was one of those in-between afternoons.The kitchen was warm, but not cozy. The bananas were collapsing in the bowl like they’d given up waiting …
It was already loud when I started.Wind on the glass like a threat. The neighbor’s kid practicing trumpet. The oven fan wheezing like it had …