It seems I’ve been cold for weeks. My husband laughs, because he grew up in Pennsylvania, often sitting in deer stands in below-freezing weather, and tells me that I don’t know what ‘cold’ is. But I’m a hot-house plant – at least, I’ve become one in old age – and I’ve just wanted to ball myself up in a blanket for days on end, even here South of the Mason-Dixon. I haven’t done much cooking lately, and have pretty much lived on store-bought comfort foods, especially soup and little chicken pot pies. But I’m looking forward to Spring which...