Longings, three

I would like to have someone make me a meal - not in a restaurant, but at home. To prepare something tasty especially for me, to ask me to sit down at the table, and to present to me a carefully arranged plate of edibles devoid of any migraine-triggering foodstuffs. A repast to enjoy, during which I would not have to attend to anyone else's needs. Just once. That would be lovely.