I always believed that cooking a meal for your loved ones is one of the best kind of love languages. If you put love and effort into cooking then it creates a dish like nothing else. And food is the important and the most luxurious thing in any living being’s life. When we leave home to stay in a faraway place, the thing we are most nostalgic about is home cooked food, made by either parent or grandparents. We go to a new place to explore and we try the local cuisine to truly understand the essence of that place and the people inhabiting said place. Food connects people. Food enriches our body and soul. Food makes us alive and happy. This book was an ode to importance of food or rather meal. How food is associated with memories long forgotten but their intensity still fresh in our heart, how food is connected to past and how it sets course to our future. Also I really liked how nostalgia/past haunts us humans. No matter at what age, there will always be some memories that will keep plaguing us, for better or worse. 

That said, while I did like the theme and overall atmosphere created by the story, I was unable to connect to the characters so it felt flat to me.