One of my COVID-19 era go-tos is cooking shows that I watch when I can’t sleep — and then some. Flank steak demos at 1 a.m., chimichanga at 4. As for actually putting my cutting board where my mouth is, what with a case of sciatica that prohibits me from standing more than five minutes to scramble an egg, not to mention COVID-induced lack of motivation, I am out of practice in the actual kitchen. And yet it was Easter. And I am the consummate Easter Mommy Bunny, who has been drooling over “Spring Baking Championship” episodes, who wanted to — nay, had to — make a version of my mother’s Easter …