Snowed in and craving comfort food, I made a sausage lentil soup. I got the recipe from Rachel Ray. Nothing makes me feel woefully like a stay-at-home mom more than statements like that, but, by the way, I've never been led astray by any of her recipes (OK, I've only made two). I've also tried two Bethenny Frankel recipes, both disasters. I decided, never trust a trademarked Skinny Girl.

That's all besides the point. While making this hearty soup, my neighbor stops by with a tray of warm peanut butter cup cookies. How sweet! Panicking over what to do in this new social situation, I ask Eugenio after dinner, "Should we take her a bowl of soup when we return the tray?"

He scrunches his face replying, "She's so old. I don't know if her stomach can handle it."

Now I know how he really feels. He thinks the soup will kill our sweet neighbor. Perhaps this is a new recipe litmus test.