"Message Received" blurts out in the synthetic voice that is indicative of an Android device. I pull out my phone and look at the screen. The message is from a Disney chef and reads: "buddy meet me at the International gateway at EPCOT at 6 PM sharp. It is a busy night for me but I do want to escort you for a bit before the show". I reply with a simple text that says "Ok Chef", and turn my attention back to whatever I was doing. It is Saturday afternoon and I have a date with Disney tonight. I am going to the "Party for the SENSES" at EPCOT. This will be my first time attending and I am looking forward to this culinary adventure.

The Party starts at 7:30 PM but I plan to be early to spend some time with the Chef and figure out what I am going to write about. I meet some friends at the Dolphin hotel and we have a couple of drinks before I say my goodbyes and make my way to the water taxi to EPCOT. It is 5:47 and I figure that is plenty of time for the ten-minute or so ride to my 6 o’clock meeting. I arrive at the dock just as the boat pulls away. I know that I am going to be late.

My thoughts drift back to my Grandmother’s house and her always overflowing refrigerator and the massive servings she would ladle on my plate. Every time I walked in the door at Grandma's house she would say " Can I fix you something to eat sweetheart"? I would say no sometimes and she would ask me if I was sick. I would answer no ma'am I am not sick but it didn’t matter to my Grandma. She would begin methodically going through the...