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Lost Recipes<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

Every Box a Story<\/strong><\/h5>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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A Cook. A Kitchen. A hidden history.<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Inside every Recipe box is a hidden story<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Handwritten in pencil or fading ink. Clipped from the backs of soup cans or local newspapers. Scrawled on envelopes or note cards, and tucked into tin boxes. These are more than collections of recipes.  These are maps of domestic life, passed from hand to hand, kitchen to kitchen, decade to decade, until cast into the drift of time. <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

More than Collections of recipes. These are maps of domestic life, passed from hand to hand, decade to decade, until cast into the drift of time.
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To read one is to explore a lost geography.<\/strong><\/div>