A few days after my gum surgery, my dear neighbors Michelle and Steve showed up at my door with a pot of warm, homemade cream of potato soup — and something even more touching: the handwritten recipe card. They wanted to be sure I had everything I needed, from food that nourished to peace of mind (no allergens!) — but also, because they know how much recipes mean to me. This soup wasn’t just comforting, it was a gesture of deep kindness — the kind you never forget. It now has a home in my Recipe Tree, where food and friendship live on.
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