A hospice chef shares insights into the one comfort food that patients most frequently request before passing.

At Sobell House Hospice in Oxfordshire, Spencer Richards isn’t just a chef — he is a curator of memories, emotions, and dignity.

For terminally ill patients, the food they eat in their final days is more than sustenance; it is a link to their past, a comfort in their present, and sometimes.

A way to celebrate moments they thought they would never experience. Richards believes his role goes beyond…

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