shorthand, cursive scrawl
envelopes, notescraps, swatches
stained, torn, ripped, dog-eared
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family relics
recipes from ancestors
hand-written visits
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ageless breaths, voices
transcending generations
whispers from heaven
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timeless apron strings
roots of our family tree
stirring presences
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priceless script heirlooms
iambic kitchen memoirs
eternity’s spoons
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invisible pasts
emerging in the sauces
delectable worlds
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I’m cooking tonight
guess who’s coming to dinner?
they’ve already been
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Common Threads 
WOW~your word choice is powerful! Your last line…perfection!
Thanks for sharing and reminding me how my grandma and great-grandma before us didn’t google and see directions on a screen. They copied it down from newspapers and magazines and even clipped and saved. Priceless scripted heirlooms indeed!
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Sally,
We really are blessed to have the internet – especially Pinterest – as a way to search recipes. Thank you for reading and commenting today 🙂
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Oh, Kim. Every line is hauntingly beautiful and soul-stirring. Delectable in their won right. Long ago lives again, here in your haiku and certainly on your table, soon! What an homage to the generations gone before us, and a testimony to the power of writing things down…
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“hand-written visits” is a gorgeous image. I imagine you reminiscing as you touch the past through the food you make in the present. I don’t have family recipes. My mom rarely cooked. My stepmother’s cooking was icky and limited by commodity food; there’s only so much you can do with that. But I do have recipes I’ve made for many years, including the fudge recipe I acquired in 1982 from the home economics department at my first teaching job. That one is special. I’ve passed it on to many students and colleagues.
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