Strange Metal Baking Tool Brings Holiday Neighbors Together in Cozy Kitchen

smelled of aged paper and old binding glue. Clara and Dorothy sat at a long oak table beneath a stack of thin, stapled pamphlets from the county historical society.

Dorothy held a booklet from nineteen sixty-four up to her eyes, squinting at a black-and-white photograph of a church bake sale. “None of these local groups used custom molds, Clara.”

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