Sometimes our best meals have nothing to do with the quality of the food.
I ate one of my favorite slices of pizza during my last week of Kindergarten. We ate lunch in the cafeteria to familiarize ourselves with how we would eat lunch as 1st graders in the following school year. I recall the anticipation and excitment of eating in the cafeteria for the first time, and I devoured that rectangular slice of pizza.
I would have to wait an entire summer before my 2nd slice of school pizza.