1938 Forest Service Fire Lookout Cookbook
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1938 Forest Service Fire Lookout Cookbook
Old fashioned home cookin with the simplest of ingredients.
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Re: 1938 Forest Service Fire Lookout Cookbook
An edifying document. If only I'd known this stuff when I was a bachelor. Somebody's got to make a Rinctum Diddie (page 18) at the next campout meeting.hambone wrote:Old fashioned home cookin with the simplest of ingredients.
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