I’ve been a bit short in the pandemic projects department. Oh, I helped a lot with the art room, but Joy was the project manager. Meanwhile, from what I read, others learned how to bake bread, or organized their houses top to bottom in accordance with what brought them joy. Our diagonal-backyard neighbor has remodeled every room of their house, from the sound of things. Me, I’ve pretty much just kept on doing what I do.

But today I completed one of those long-intended projects. Behold: all of the recipes we’ve clipped from newspapers, printed out from websites, or jotted down on bits of paper over the course of decades, beautifully organized into categories and subcategories. They fill five binders. I feel very accomplished, and also hungry.