Sometimes life throws us for a loop. Recently I was tossed high and far and landed with a resounding thud. I’ll spare you the gory details, but the good thing is I’m getting back up on that big ole horse and damn him if he bucks me off again.

One thing I know for sure is this: there is nothing more healing to your body and soul than friends and family and the soothing food they bring. I nursed for days on my Aunt Mimi’s delicious chicken noodle soup (I’ll get you her recipe later) and her homemade bread.  The best part about her soup? The little star-shaped noodles, which made me smile – if even just a little – with every bite.

That’s loving care.

And my dear friend Tracy, who has not only brilliantly stepped in as a new food writer on Foodista (talk about getting thrown into the fire! And don’t worry, you’ll still be seeing a lot more of her), but who took the time to prepare her wonderfully delicious pho for Barnaby and me. And that broth takes a lot of time.

That’s loving care.

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