When we went into lockdown in New York in mid March, I found myself drawing food that I was making. It was very low stakes and it was soothing in how mindless it was. I wasn't concerned with getting it exactly right, but more that it caught the essence of what it was.
At a certain point I started dreaming about food that I couldn't make, whether it's because I can't figure out the right proportions to make my own Mission style burrito, or I haven't had enough practice making really good byrek, and so instead of enjoying those foods I drew them.