There’s a lot of things I don’t know and am not good at, like there are just too many to list (taxes, basic home maintenance, how to keep a plant alive) but let’s celebrate what I CAN do. After years of baking, I can intuitively make perfectly equal sizes of cookie dough balls, without measuring them. I can also, weirdly, take a glass measuring cup and fill it with the exact right amount of water, without really looking. More weirdly, this is usually two thirds of a cup. Over the years of turning to baking to calm the chaos and questions in my mind, I’ve developed a practice, which reminds me, meditating is another thing I can’t do. Also Yoga. But baking has become second nature. I can smell the moment that cookies need to come out of the oven, and by the way, you really should let them cool another five minutes on the tray before transferring to a wire rack, this method rarely fails. I get a tingle when I’m low on parchment paper even if I’m miles from home. I can sense when someone needs me to bake them something and it will mean everything, and I can sense the thing they need to be baked. Maybe the world will be ending or democracy crumbling, but I’ll have made lemon bars.