Introduction

When I’m at home cooking, about fifty other things are going on around me at the same time. Usually this includes my boisterous sons playing football in the middle of our New York City apartment and my daughter, in her Frozen tutu, running up and down the hallway while dragging her Hello Kitty rolling suitcase that is cascading musical instruments, stuffed animals, and candy in a trail along the floor. A loud siren is typically sounding outdoors. It’s probably a fire truck, and a squad of firefighters is likely gathered around the building next door, where there seems to be some mysterious pipe issues. Of course, the phone is ringing off the hook, too.