I bake for the office. This is not CEOish behavior, I know, but I grew up as the oldest child in a large hungry family, and I cooked my first meal at eight (I still have the handwritten recipe card–aptly, for a meatball dish called “Poor Boy’s Supper”). I cooked on a commune when I was 14, and had cooking jobs all through my teens and into my early twenties. I still double recipes without thinking, and the result, especially now that Tom is away at college, is that I am grateful to have other people to take an extra loaf too. And it’s a way for someone whose personal style is not overtly nurturing to do something to care for the team that means so much to her. (This week’s Maple Pecan Bread, perfect for Thanksgiving, was popular with coffee at work, too. Feel free to write me for the recipe.)