It wasnt just the taste that John loved, no, the dish was so much more complete than that. It was an entire experience wrapped up into a little ball. The first bite was the best, cracking the outer shell to unleash the river or flavor within. From there no more bites were needed, it simply dissolved at the prefect rate allowing him to savor it but not get tired of it. As it dissolved the individual elements mixed together forming a unified taste, which surpassed the sum of its parts. Its then around this point in the experience that he is hit with the strongest sensation of it all: nostalgia. Transported back to his childhood days where his mom made them on special occasions, and all was right with the world.