What better distraction as I continue to dodge a deadly virus, mourn those who could not, worry about my country’s soul and find comic relief in links that I obsessively impose on friends and family? Yes, now is the time to take advantage of virtual house arrest by cleaning out my recipe file — files, plural, to be accurate, as old as they are chaotic. Here is what happens, every time:The recipes are either loose, or mounted on pages and preserved behind plastic in old photo albums. I turn a page and read a disintegrating recipe for “Spritz” — butter cookies, the kind that require a cookie press. Scrunched at the bottom, beneath the ingredients, I had written, “Mrs.

Source: New York Times August 10, 2020 17:48 UTC