It's delicious! Of course it's delicious! I never get to eat home cooked meals, so I would die happy if I could eat this every day!

[ She probably would have died happy five minutes ago when she was busy scalding her mouth; the dying might have been the similarity that triggered the memory, she thinks? Because it definitely wasn't the person. ]

Anyways, there was no love in that memory! The cook was my neighbor I grew up with— he was like a spartan general, always ordering me around!