My favorite food cannot be made singular since 98% of the meals made at my friend’s hands is the best thing ever tasted on the palate of the human experience. It’s some Old World as we mosey through the grocery store aisles, selecting the wine, then struggling down the stairs with the bags. I put things away for her while she selects tonight’s ingredients. Then she performs some sort of hidden magic in plain sight as I sit at the table and ramble nothing sentences. And once her spell has been cast into completion she fills the plates, I the cups, and together we sit down. It’s not a food but experience that I treasure most.