You're having a dinner party and can invite three people, dead or alive, and serve them one thing. Who are they, what do you serve, and why?
I invite my mother and my paternal grandmother, because they were amazing women, they were the loves of my life, and though they were in some ways opposites, they adored each other. I invite my father, who's living, because to have the two of them back and not share that with him would be criminal. I make my mother and grandmother cook, because there's no way they'll go through the hassle of resurrection and allow someone ELSE to cook for them, when they can do the honors and then bask in the appreciation. Grandma makes a frittata. Mom makes lasagna—using Grandma's recipe. I have seconds of each. And then thirds.