Our Last Meal

by Moyra Turkington PITCH Someone used to cook for you. Maybe it was every day, maybe it was only for special occasions. The food that they made was part of who they are, and it is inextricably entangled in your memory of them. You might have loved them, or not. You might have kept them close to you, or not. You might have salivated at the thought of their signature dish, or had to take a deep bre…