When the grocery money runs low the cook gathers her ingredients and, well, go here...
Why is it that baking bread in any form is therapeutic? Kneading the dough, punching the dough, rolling the dough, physical acts that allow venting.
Gently forming the English muffins, dipping in cornmeal, setting them to rise. Carefully sliding them onto the griddle, flipping them over, tenderly so as not to ruin the shape.
The finished product proves the focus, the care, the desire to get outside of myself and make something new, something nourishing, for someone else.
I feel better.