When I get too overwhelmed, I am seized by a sudden desire to bake.

I made cinnamon cupcakes with poorly-managed homemade frosting over the course of two days, finally finishing up at 11 p.m. on a Thursday night.

Then there was the pie adventure, undertaken after 7 hours of homework, 2 beers and a burger on one of the hottest days so far this year. Karen and I spent several hours in my very small, very hot kitchen, making miniature strawberry-rhubarb and ricotta-cherry pies, to which a recipient of said pie responded “HOLY FUCK.” (This is a good thing.)

This was followed by spur-of-the-moment banana bread on Monday, when I spied two bananas that were very close to death.

Do you ever feel like there are many kinds of flour in the world and you want to try all of them?