Sitting in the Emergency Room, waiting for the doctor to tell me what was wrong (two broken toes in my right foot and a grade 3 sprain in my left ankle) I had visions of this soup dancing in my head. When I discovered that this was the contest for the week, I decided that it was fate and I had to submit my recipe.
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<br />But this recipe is not really about carrots. Kind readers, if you will bear with me I will tell you a tale about a man … a man who works 60+ hours a week trying to convince Congress that the DoD doesn’t really need all that money. I man with a quick, smart humor and a quiet grace that hasn’t been dulled by the evil back-stabbers here in Washington. A man, who, on the eve of his 30th birthday and with a major report due, spent the evening standing in a corner of the kitchen, gentle and patient, while his girlfriend murmured commands through a profanity-laced stream of complaints about crutches.
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<br />This recipe is about my boyfriend, who right now, deserves credit for being The Most Wonderful Boyfriend in the World. That he can put up with my present mood and condition, that he can be so supportive, is surely a sign that he is a Saint.
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<br />And this recipe will stand as a testament to that.
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