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Recipes, the recipe box read as an archive, and the arguments that start when somebody says the recipe is wrong. The toggle splits them if you would rather have one or the other, and each side has its own feed.
Tarte au sucre, holubtsi, honey dill, a February supper built out of a cellar and a shelf of jars.
A postcard from 1961 filed in with the pie cards. Whether a cure is preserving anything, and
whether fifty retellings of one police statement amount to fifty sources.
French appears without translation, the way it does in the kitchen it came from.
Anything here that touches shelf stability is sourced and attributed to a named authority, because
that is the one subject where a charming instruction can hurt somebody.