Baking brought me comfort as a child. Now it’s getting me through quarantine

WHEN QUARANTINE TIMES BEGAN, EVERYONE AROUND ME started making sourdough. I baked cakes. Nothing against bread; I just crave the precision of a layer cake, the fiddly work, as it’s called on The Great British Baking Show, a comfort series that I rewatched while making comfort cakes, tarts and galettes. Bread is a staple, but cake brings joy.

For me, it’s always been that way. My family arrived in the U.S.