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A few years ago I compiled a list of ways to counter the inevitable individual crises that pop up from time to time. When I was hit by a car in 2011, after I got my bearings (literally and figuratively), I very gingerly worked backstage*. When Hurricane Sandy hit, after we got power back and I could put gas in my car and drive, I went to the big, quiet antiques store near me and just tiptoed around and wrapped myself up in the comforts of years past. You find what works for you.

And after this past hairy week that featured no hair but a burst water pipe in my bedroom ceiling and a blizzard…I got into the kitchen as soon as I could. The kitchen is pretty much a no-fail as far as countering crises. There is something profoundly reassuring to be in the midst of a debacle and have the means to calm yourself, and be rewarded with something lovely. If you have ingredients, a working oven, and a decent recipe, you’re good.

This was my decent recipe: Maple Bundt Cake. It’s a Martha. It’s almost maple season, and I couldn’t wait. It calls for a half-cup of maple syrup and I used Grade B, that gorgeous dark elixir that I could, and have, drunk straight from the bottle. No Grade A fancy for this girl, especially after the week I’ve had. The cake is pillowy and buttery and soothing. While it bakes, the house smells so good that you forget you’re surrounded by debacle debris.

Here’s the cake about an hour after it come out of the oven, when it’s still a little warm. Found my calm.

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*My physical therapist said, ‘Why did you wait six weeks to have the surgery?’ I fudged an excuse because she wouldn’t have been keen on the truth: that in those six weeks I crewed two shows. I needed to in order to feel normal again. Few people know this. If you ever run into a tiny woman from South Africa named Sheila, be a lamb and keep this to yourself.

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