Because I love the act of cooking, I don’t mind if it involves a bit of work. It’s work, but it’s worthwhile work, and I feel a sort of inexplicably magnetic pull to do it. Especially during this difficult time, sitting down to eat a homecooked meal with my family is the highlight of my day. I feel fortunate to be cloistered with people I love and enjoy being around, and good food is one of my favorite ways of expressing that love. I even enjoy the process leading up to the actual cooking. Mulling over what I’m going to cook during the week, deciding how I’ll adjust a recipe from how I made it previously, and mapping out what I need to buy to make it happen is a welcome distraction from the woes of the world. Read more.