I have an assignment. I need to write an essay describing the best day of my life. But, as with most superlatives, I can't put my finger on a singular event that surpasses all others. When anyone asks what my favorite food is, I usually panic. "How am I supposed to know that!?" I don't know...I'll eat most anything...I know what I don't like, but that is not what was asked of me.
I usually pick a food that I am rather fond of, like lasagna or cornbread or cookie salad, but I always have a thorn in my conscience because I know I have told a lie. There is probably a food that I have had that far surpasses any of these, that I love, that I lay awake at night thinking about, that I would kill for. At least, this is what I imagine the questioner desires from me.
In matters of personal preference I often turn to my sister, Toni to decide. In many instances I have found that she knows me better than I do.
So, dear Toni, which is the fullest, most exhilarating, happiest day that I have yet lived?