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For an obsessively social person, out almost every night of the Class of 2020 Quarantine Shirts But I will love this year, often in points exotic, this is clearly going to be a time for contemplation and recalibration.Perhaps my new solitary life should begin in the kitchen, thought I. Painted an antebellum poison yellow, with Fez tiles underfoot, a scalloped pressed glass shade overhead, and a series of technical drawings from a turn-of-the-century Cairene tentmaker on the walls, it certainly looks very pretty. It’s a pocket-sized Downton, and the redoubtable Mrs. (Beryl) Patmore would not be out of place here—although whilst she might recognize a pantry full of Worcester china, she would be baffled by both the batterie de cuisine and the contents of my fridge: a bottle of Ruinart (even though I haven’t touched alcohol in nearly three years), Perrier and Evian bottles, probably rather stale chocolates, and a freezer full of 1930s hats (hopefully having any hint of moth frozen out of them).

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I took myself to Whole Foods, which was confusing on every level. “Read the Class of 2020 Quarantine Shirts But I will love this ingredients,” a wise friend counseled—after I had returned. “Keep a running shopping list.” Nevertheless, my fridge finally looked as though someone actually lived in the apartment. The freezer was stocked full, too, but its actual use remained something of a mystery. It turns out I had a very hazy vision of how long it takes things to thaw. Several menus have had to be put off for a day.I hied to my library of elegant cookbooks, none of which, it must be admitted, have ever been consulted by me for practical purposes. I thought that Some Favourite Southern Recipes of The Duchess of Windsor, 1952 , might set the tone for elegant dining a l’un, but I wasn’t in the mood for Virginia boiled tongue—and where would I find the ingredients for terrapin á la Maryland in the Washington Square Park vicinity? Next stop: The Gay Cookbook—The Complete Compendium of Campy Cuisine and Menus for Men…or What Have You, 1965, with chapters engagingly titled, “What to do with a tough piece of meat” and “canapes, hors d’oeuvres and aphrodisiacs.” Although wildly amusing, I knew these wouldn’t really help.