Dear Kabul,
Give me the recipe for your soup. While you're at it, give me the recipe for your salad dressing too. I need bof'um.
I know I've neglected you. After visiting you at least once a week for four years, I just disappeared. I know it's hard. For you and me both.
I miss the spiced lentil soup with fresh herbs and yogurt. Nobody else doesn't it like you. I also miss that dill salad dressing that my roommate bought from you in bulk on a weekly basis and never shared.
I look forward to receiving your recipe secrets by mail soon.
Love,
Annie
p.s. I hope that bad server with the glasses still works for you. He was an awful server, but really cool.