Living in another country is a wonderful experience, but every now and again the inevitable pangs of homesickness (or melancholy in general) set in. When this happens, I turn to my cookbooks and favorite recipes and work a little kitchen magic. Granted, it’s not much good for my waistline, but food has such a strong pull to memory for me that it will generally do the trick. One favorite childhood cookie, long forgotten to me but recently rediscovered, is the humble Snickerdoodle. Crispy on the outside, a titch chewy on the inside, redolent of cinnamon, it’s one of my many the perfect comfort food. This afternoon I baked a batch…