She adds salt to her soup, parmesan to her pizza, sour cream to her baked potato, garlic powder to her tomato sauce, chili powder to her cereal, cinnamon to her stir fry, sugar to her lasagna, almonds to her applesauce, fish food to her pad thai, talcum to her cottage cheese, sand to her stroganoff, dirt to her oatmeal, but nothing ever tastes right, nothing ever tastes real, not like she remembers, not since those long years when she ate exactly what was served to her, had to eat whatever that was, tray after tray after tray . . .