In my ideal life I get to bake something for breakfast a couple of times a week. Right now I’m not living my ideal life. But I did get to bake this cherry Dutch baby a few weekends ago, on the coldest day of the year thus far, when we stayed inside and just looked at the frost forming in-between the two panes of our double-glazed windows. This is not a recipe that changed my life. But it was ridiculously pretty, and very easy to make, and we topped it with chopped toasted walnuts and ate large wedges of it on the couch. I’m not always sure whether I should lament the ways in which I’ve become less ambitious as I’ve grown older, or to just embrace the goal of a life where baking for breakfast is an absolutely meaningful thing for me to do.