Book Haven, Thursday 9/11

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Ichabod opened the bookshop, and after arranging a few new arrivals on a table he picked up one of the cookbooks that filled the display. Was is cookbook season? Whatever the reason, he found that there were more pictures in the book than actual recipies, but that every picture made him long for the meals at home. Not that there was any resemblance between the dishes in the book and what his father's cook made, other than looking tastier than anything he had managed to prepare himself.

[open bookshop]