I am naturally a little bit restless. When I talk on the phone, I pace throughout my apartment as if I’m a cartographer trying to figure out what every inch of the place holds. At the office, I get up frequently to get water, or tea, or a snack. I do this at home too, now that I’m working full-time from home (which I am very fortunate to be able to do: my brother got laid off two weeks ago, and I know this has happened to many of my friends, too). I had the week before last off (a previously planned staycation that was a bit more confined than I’d originally expected), and I got into a rhythm of spending a lot of my time cooking or baking. I made two loaves of bread, I made breakfast and lunch and dinner, I thought a lot about the perfect cheese sauce for tater tots. Then a friend of mine* made cherry tomato confit, a recipe from Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat, and I was like, okay, this seems like another fantastic use of my time!