This is all the faith that I have

    I was cooking yesterday. Nothing earth-shattering; just my apple-cinnamon mini-muffins. And the words came into my head: This is all the faith that I have. I suppose it's true. Cooking is about all the faith that I have. Of course, anybody would probably find it a more or less religious experience if they went along for 45 years dogged by anxiety, then got better by eliminating an ingredient or three from their diet. Not well, mind you, but better.