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anonymous
May 22, 2018
I've been forcing food on my poor friends for years! Winter was so long and dreadful that I started to bake cookies every weekend to send to friends all over the country. I didn't let anyone know to expect one of my "cookie offensives," and the notes, texts, and calls that I received when the packages arrived were so uplifting. My friends' kiddos call me "the cookie lady" because I always have something for them in my purse!
Cindy Y.
May 20, 2018
I grew up in a very small town in northeastern New Jersey. Just about everyone knew each other much like your hometown, Katie. If my mom heard of someone who was sick, going through a surgery, or alone for a holiday, she would make sure they were well fed. It's in my genes. My husband and I now live in an amazing neighborhood in Minneapolis where everyone knows each other and I'm pretty well known for my casseroles. I loved reading about your experiences and feel you are a kindred spirit!
tamater S.
May 21, 2018
Same here, I really related...the tiny village I grew up in was in Hunterdon County, N.J. *Siiiigh* So beautiful!
nana M.
May 19, 2018
I call myself the breakfast queen which is good since I own a B&B . I almost always make too much and then send it to my neighbors who graciously accept. All good!
Pam H.
May 19, 2018
Our neighborhood is part of our extended family. I loved this so much, food is an universal language. It takes time to develop friendships. excellent writing!
Ian A.
May 19, 2018
Sometimes you have to share, like when I smoked a turkey and a pig for thanksgiving. You have no choice but to feed someone, so it might as well be your neighborhood.
BerryBaby
May 19, 2018
I enjoy baking but not necessarily eating it. So my neighbors receive surprise baked goods and they love it. I’m known as the ‘bakery on the corner’!
ktr
May 18, 2018
This reminds me of when I lived in New Jersey. So many neighbors that I never met. Now I’m back in the Midwest and I know most of my neighbors.
The last thing that brought most of the neighbors together was when my husband and one neighbor brought down the power line while cutting down a tree. No one got hurt and it gave everyone something to talk about for a while.
The last thing that brought most of the neighbors together was when my husband and one neighbor brought down the power line while cutting down a tree. No one got hurt and it gave everyone something to talk about for a while.
Cory B.
May 18, 2018
This is such a sweet story! I just might go home and bake my neighbors some cookies :)
Eric K.
May 18, 2018
This story inspired me to go home and bake cookies for my neighbors.
But before I knew it, I had eaten all the cookies, by myself, in one sitting. I still don’t know any of my neighbors.
But before I knew it, I had eaten all the cookies, by myself, in one sitting. I still don’t know any of my neighbors.
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