You have a gift for making me sad. Why do I think of the 80 year old in mourning, where he is still alive and gives me eggs? Your way of expression knocks me over. And the eggs symbolize the sun, because the afternoon is already getting dark. And yet there is your talent to make me sad.
So something like that.
There is such an incredible amount of love in your recipes.
I guess it's a gift ;)
As always being moved in some emotional way is the aim of my writing and that voice perhaps comes from that side of my character.
Yes, much love.