Let's do this in reverse chronological order:
I decided to get some of the Trader Joe's tempura chicken that I love and, instead of using their much-too-sweet sauce that comes in a pouch with the chicken (to which I always add hot sauce and garlic anyway) I left that in the freezer. When the chicken was ready I tossed it in a bowl with the garlic sauce and ate it with jasmine rice and broccoli. It was amazing. I'm not sure I can go back to eating TJ's chicken with the provided sauce.
Almost a quarter-century later, at CVS, I spied a box of "Fruity Pebbles Treats." The price tag could have been anything and I would have had to try them at least once. Thankfully, the box was just over two dollars.
I have not had Fruity Pebbles in I don't know how long - maybe fifteen years? I don't think I've had cereal of any kind in years. But it was like I'd never left. The taste was instantly recognizable. I'm not sure I want to go back and buy any more of these - I could see myself getting into trouble here - but I really enjoyed the ten I ate. Within an hour.
But man, was it bad.
I really liked them; Elizabeth absolutely hated them. She ate one and gave me the rest of hers. I don't remember why she disliked it so much, but I do remember that the ricotta flavor was very strong. If you don't like ricotta, you should stay far away from these. (I don't think I'll ever get this kind again; I will stick with my two favorite flavors: the wonderfully vague-namd "meat" and "goat cheese and herb.")
9the night I made meatballs. The next day he took them to La Cabanita and sent me a pic of the mole he was eating. (The previous day, before they'd hooked up with Tim but after they'd picked up their rental car at the airport, they ate at Denny's. This was their first-ever day in America and they thought that looked like a good place to have their first American meal. I won't write anything snarky, but I'll just say that they didn't think much of Denny's and Tim wanted to take them someplace a little more enjoyable the next day.) I made some kind of comment about the mole along the lines of "I would pay fifty dollars to have that in front of me right now."
One of the Europeans, to thank me for making meatballs the night before, surprised me by bringing back a chicken enchilada with green mole sauce for me. (Tim knew exactly what I wanted.) It was, of course, fantastic. ("I've got fifty bucks for you upstairs," I said to her jokingly, before she blurted out "No, no, that's a gift." And I realized it was only her second day in America and she might not have known what a buck is or that fifty of them is enough to buy a dozen of these enchiladas.)
One Sunday evening, Tim came over to my patio for dinner and he was telling me about a warm barbecue dip he'd recently eaten. I said "Hell, I can make that, that sounds good." So I went upstairs and got a bag of chips and "made" a barbecue dip - I put the quotes around made because all I really did was mix a bottle of apple cider barbecue sauce with a little extra vinegar and pinch of hot sauce.
We devoured them.