Yesterday I thought I would share a dessert that I had made with a dear friend. She is a single parent with a beautiful grown-up child. While packing the dessert, I thought I would add a couple of pieces of fresh homemade pickle. So I packed all these and called her. She lived nearby, so we met at a nearby spot, and I handed her the parcel.
I was moved when she called me later to say thanks, saying she was touched that I remembered the two of them.