The oak tree doesn’t fall far from the acorn. Several years ago my mother started collecting cookbooks “with the names in them”, i.e., fundraising cookbooks. Most of them are from churches, Junior Leagues, or ladies’ auxiliaries. However, one of them completely caught me off guard. It was from a group of British women in East Bengal, now the nation of Bangladesh.
“Mom, do you know where this cookbook is from?” I asked. She replied that she’d just gotten it with a bunch of others at a thrift store. Sometimes treasures can be found amidst the regular stuff.
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