Lake Lewisia #879

She had grown up getting glimpses of the marginalia of her grandmother's cookbook, a huge, leather bound tome wherein even the official text was done in a spidery, sepia tone ink that hinted at exotic ingredients prepared by alien hands. But it was the notes added later in cheap ballpoint and faint pencil that had fascinated her: drawings of unfamiliar plants, suggested substitutes for unobtainable ingredients, and tall columns of splintered stories about when and where grandmother first ate the dish. It wasn't until she grew older, when she managed to get her hands on the book and some privacy, that she found the maps with their sketched-in routes and the sections of story whose characters sounded less like cooks and more like warriors.

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LL#879