I thought of another food-related literary gem that has inspired me in the past: Celia cooking a whole beautiful table of food for Minny, in The Help.
Cooking makes me happy, it turns out.
Work today has felt weird - the time is stretching out to what feels like forever, AND I can't quite shake this sense of urgency, almost emergency. I was super distracted earlier while trying to complete the usual paperwork and couldn't figure out why.