Why I love my kitchen best

I find I am not myself, lately. I believe a lot of people feel this way. I believe a lot of people feel as though a gigantic ogre has risen up in our midst and is taking his belt off. I mean to say that I am fearful and sad and worried and awaiting yet more of a dark and irrational kind of punishment. And so yesterday, I made gingerbread and a lemon sauce to go with it. And I had a piece of it the size of Rhode Island. And I saw that it was good.