Cooking/Baking always seems to put things into perspective. When I'm angry, I can do something nice for the person I'm angry with-blow off steam-and kill 'em with kindness. I can also meditate in silence, watching sauces bubble and cupcakes rise. I can concentrate on taste and smell and thought.
Sometimes this is my secret quiet place. The place where God an I exist together. Like brother Lawrence in his kitchen, I find comfort in his presence. A space to meditate. Though we don't talk, I feel his peace.