You wanted to get out of law and bake bread. You said, “I’m done,” like it was just the right time to get out of there, and not too late.

“I’m going to do pizza.” I said, “Pizza, huh,” in a way that I thought seemed neutral. OK, maybe a tad bland. You said, “No, I’m gonna break the rules.” And I found that fitting given the work you’d be leaving.

Your favorite food was Palestinian, and you loved pickled vegetables.

“Wait and see.”