Nostalgia is a funny thing. Take, for example, this wallpaper sample, now proudly framed above my kitchen window. My aunt and uncle had this wallpaper in their kitchen throughout my childhood, and the breakfast table had bright yellow vinyl swivel chairs to match. Child of the 70's that I am, I thought it was fabulous. And, since my dad was always moving us from house to house every year or so (not sure if it was a real estate thing or a tax thing or simply a bored gypsy thing), Aunt Mary and Uncle Wally's house was the place that felt most like home, because it never changed. It always smelled the same, felt the same, looked the same.
Until they changed the kitchen wallpaper on me.
I was horrified. They simply weren't allowed to do that.
So imagine the look on my face a few weeks ago when I opened a present containing one of my aunt's recipe books, and found this folded inside. My cousin discovered it when he was cleaning their basement.
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