Instead of going outside and being affronted by scores of Cybertrucks ignoring basic traffic laws, I've decided to spend the weekend baking. Homemade garlic knots are a foolproof coping mechanism.

More snow day baking: Harriet is supervising my brioche loaves as they rise.

Snow day sourdough chocolate chip cookies (and snow, lots of it, too much of it if you ask me)

2 p.m. Tuesday: the tally rises to four sticks with gravy roux and pumpkin chocolate torte underway. (Look at this shiny shiny chocolate batter.)

I’m starting my running tally of sticks of butter used this week. It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m at two. Lots more ground to cover.

Made an early Thanksgiving dinner for my family today (with smoked duck instead of turkey) and now here I am, stuffed and kinda bragging about it.

A perfect morning at Hiraya in NE D.C. Fittingly, given the reading material, the coffee tastes a lot like Bananas Foster.

A few bites and sips from Baltimore…

I ate at Ash Bar in Baltimore last night. It’s a restaurant that’s definitely not for kids, but they leave crayons on the table — I guess for adults like me who will always doodle if given the opportunity. And voila, a sketch of my cat.

I feel this strange and confusing pull to, like, participate on this app. Help! Why? What’s happening? Here’s a picture of some M&Ms I had made with my cat’s face on them.