I am in my element in the kitchen. With just me and the oven, and our happy friends: flour, two kinds of sugar, chocolate, nuts, eggs, and stuff that taste good in cookies, I am happy. I love smelling like sugar, after. I love that when I walk around the house, it tastes like Christmas morning, almost. I love it when my parents sneak a taste here, a nibble there almost as if I don’t notice. When I’m in the kitchen, I know that something good is going to come out of what I’m doing. I don’t second guess myself.