Once upon a time, I had the best ever food and was determined that I needed the recipe, I was suprised at how basic it was. Like the time my sister invited,me over for dinner and we had Mac and cheese and potatoes from a box. It was one of the best meals I had ever had. I thought maybe I was just hungry, because I have also been impressed by a pb&j sandwich before, but I knew it was not better than others. I was hungry.
One time, I was in Idaho, and we were trying to guess the ingredients to a new recipe, and we did very well, except for the most important, secret ingredient that makes all food great. That's right, love.
Most ingredients are pretty standard, but the thing that makes truly makes a meal great is the love put into it.
Above all food, the best sort is the kind given by those who are providing service like the times my Relief Society Sisters provided meals, after surgeries. Recently, I had one meal in particular that stood out in my mind, and it was commented that I would have the recipe, you know, I probably already have it, but no matter what I do I cannot replicate it was so good because it was prepared by another and that is why the recipes will always fail us.
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