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Here is the hand of my bride of more than 50 years sorting recipes collected, discarding some.
Recipes are about more than food; they bring from the past voices and images of friends and relatives, memories of this person or that, this family gathering or that, the re-creation of this family time or that.
The pile beside her is the save pile. In her hand is a recipe for that pile or for the wastebasket below?