One Year in Quarantine With Small Children and Living to Tell the Tale

One year ago, we hosted a hamantaschen party at our house with several families. It was something I had been looking forward to for weeks. Of all the kid baking projects, there are few things as fun as hamantaschen to make or witness in the making. There is delight in the overeager mixing of ingredients, flour and sugar flying out of the bowl and dusting the counter like snow settling amidst a blizzard; the aggressive, steamrolling motion of a rolling pin; pudgy hands, cutting out circles at the far end of a glass, sloppily pinching the…