Six weeks into our Great Window Restoration, I’m finally returning stuff to my office (the old maid’s room) and trying to be ruthless about what I keep. And I realize I have only been hanging on to a pamphlet on the “caviar lifestyle” because it brings back one of the more surreal experiences at a press event over the last quarter-century-plus: Hearing an older woman stand up at a lavish lunch and warble: “Caviar is virgin sturgeon. . .” The booklet is from 1987, but it’s amazing how many of the names from today who contributed recipes. Which means I have to keep it. I kinda doubt a search on nytimes.com is going to turn up Craig’s favorite New Year’s sandwich. Or give any clue of who got paid for the reuse of other newspaper food people’s recipes.