Do you cook when you’re sad or stressed? Brenna told me I was the only one, but I don’t believe it. I remember September 11, 2001. We were supposed to go to the children’s museum, but obviously, we didn’t. It was very quiet that day, and nobody really knew what to do. I didn’t. So I baked. Double chocolate chip cookies. And I brought some over to all the neighbors, because I figured they could use some, too. That Sunday, there was an article in the Chicago Tribune, by Leah Eskin. I always loved her articles, but that day, she wrote about baking chocolate chip cookies in the face of disaster. She’d baked, too. Kindred spirits. (I still have the article.)
Anyway, that’s what I do when I don’t know what to do. I cook. And I clean. Because it somehow helps to put things in order when everything else seems disordered.
How about you?