It was rainy today. I generally dislike this kind of weather, where the rain isn't heavy enough to justify an umbrella, yet still soaks you within minutes, making your shirt cling to your back. Mom headed out early to run errands, so Dad handled lunch. As usual, he brought takeout. To my surprise, it was a spicy dish: twice-cooked pork. I don’t eat spicy food and almost threw a tantrum at him. But I must admit I was wrong and stubborn. He wheedled me into having a try, and it turned out to be amazing. I gobbled down my share and ended up eating half of his portion, despite the ulcers in my mouth. When the food is good, you forget your pain. Good cooks truly work wonders; they have a Midas touch with food.