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Captivating. You must be smiling as you read this. I know I was.

Of all the many cookbooks in our house, I've kept one spiral-bound, rural-small-town-church-published collections from my Great Grandmother's kitchen, and only for the name of this recipe: "Vernora's Tussies."

My interest was piqued by "fare for invalids..."

That is completely awesome. Are you into Broadway musicals? (Can't remember.) If so, I highly recommend RAGTIME, a brilliant and poignant and musically very satisfying Tony-winning musical about a cross-section of America, circa 1910. One of the main characters is a society wife/mom who starts to realize that her perfect home is very confining. Your cookbook reminded me of her character... (but I trust the cookbook is going to be delightful).

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