Just when the world thought it had seen enough of Meghan Markle’s relentless need for attention, she presents us with yet another spectacle—a lemon tart, of all things.
And what better way to commemorate Mother’s Day in the UK—mind you, not in the US, where she actually resides—than by baking a dessert and branding it as a cherished family tradition? The irony is as thick as the tart’s filling, though likely not as sweet. In a move that all but shouts, "Look at me," Meghan took to Instagram to share this latest culinary creation, with comments conveniently disabled, of course.
The carefully curated photo features a tiny hand delicately grasping the plate, a signature touch in her meticulously staged online presence. But one can't help but wonder—since when has lemon tart been a significant family tradition? It certainly wasn't a staple of her upbringing, nor does it hold any historical significance within the British royal family. If anything, a Victoria sponge or a classic scone would have been a more fitting choice. But who needs historical accuracy when there’s an opportunity for another well-timed PR stunt?
The timing, as always, is impeccable. Just as Princess Catherine shared a heartfelt tribute for Mother’s Day, Meghan emerges from the wings, tart in hand, ensuring the spotlight doesn’t stay on anyone else for too long. If only she invested as much effort in maintaining meaningful family relationships as she does in crafting picture-perfect social media moments, perhaps she wouldn’t have left so many bridges in ashes—lemon-scented or otherwise.
Then there’s the question of this so-called “family tradition.” Which family, exactly? The Markles, from whom she has so publicly distanced herself? The British royal family, whom she and Harry have spent years criticizing at every given opportunity? Or her own household in California, where she is quite literally the only one who would be observing UK Mother’s Day? The entire claim feels as flimsy as the PR strategy behind it.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Meghan’s latest Netflix venture, With Love, Meghan, has landed with all the enthusiasm of a deflated soufflé. Critics and audiences alike have questioned its relevance, its intent, and, most of all, the sheer audacity of expecting anyone to be interested. And now, faced with underwhelming reviews, she turns to baking—a classic distraction tactic.
To give credit where it’s due, if Meghan excels at anything, it’s consistency. She remains persistently out of touch, relentlessly determined to inject herself into conversations where she is neither needed nor wanted, and utterly convinced that the world still hangs on her every word. Diplomacy may not be her strong suit, but she has certainly mastered the art of staying in the headlines—no matter how contrived the effort.
So, happy Mother’s Day, Meghan. Or, more accurately, happy "Let Me Make This About Me" day. May your tart fare better than your latest attempt at public sympathy. And if not, well—there’s always next year.
