The small, battered, cornflower blue book sits atop a dusty pile in an antique store in Central Pennsylvania. It is the day after Thanksgiving and we are foraging for a “find” amidst vintage postcards, Depression glass, and a frightening tableau of stuffed squirrels dressed as baseball players.Suddenly, there it is in my hand: Mrs. Rorer’s – My Best 250 Recipes.I flip through the brittle,
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