A friend sent me a set of spiral-bound recipe collections that were privately published in the midwest. The person behind them solicited Depression-era recipes but did almost no editing, so there’s a lot of duplication/near-duplication. They are for the most part horrifically unappealing, and make me appreciate not having lived in that era. Stuff like “soup” that is no more than stale bread soaked in milk. It’ll provide nutrition, but no enjoyment at all.
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