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The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook Introduction The Quilt Inn Country Cookbook was written as an invitation for you to join us atThe Quilt Inn, to savor not only the joy of bountiful down-home cooking, but to drink inthe pleasures of country inn living. We are itinerant travellers and country inn lovers, andwe have selected and savored the best recipes of all the ones that we have tried, tocreate the essence of “inn-ness” for you. We’ve collected our favorite dishes, andmemories, and spread them out for you here on our harvest table for you to sample andenjoy. When you re-create these recipes for yourself, and as the homey smells ofcountry cooking waft through your own kitchen, we hope you will be transported to TheQuilt Inn where a warm welcome awaits you. People often ask us where The Quilt Inn is located, and when then can comevisit us. The Quilt Inn is that mythic sort of place, like Camelot, that rises unexpectedlyand fortuitously at the end of a long day to give haven to the weary traveller. We’ve allbeen to The Quilt Inn, if only in our hearts. The Quilt Inn is old and cozy, just like one ofGrandma’s beloved and faded quilts it was named for. Whenever we are weary andbleary-eyed we can wrap it around us, and sink into its warmth. In Spring, we find the Inn in a cozy valley blanketed with snowy white cherry andpeach blossoms. In Summer, we find it perched atop a breezy hill where the verdanttreetops rustle like yards of crisp taffeta swooshing overhead. In Autumn, we find it atthe end of a long narrow lane bordered by rows of trees in riotous colored patchwork.In Winter, we find it etched sharply in delicate filigrees of ice as our footsteps crunchnoisily across the big snowy fields toward a wisp of smoke and warmth. It is everywhere different, and everywhere the same. It is the best of welcomingplaces. Welcome to The Quilt Inn.