Imagine biting into a cake and tasting… all your mom’s repressed feelings. That’s the life of young Rose, who discovers she’s got a “gift” for tasting emotions in food, like a therapist, but without the overpriced hourly rate. But instead of savoring sweet frosting, she’s stuck with the emotional baggage of every sad sandwich and depressed dessert she eats. Family dinners? Basically an all-you-can-feel buffet of dysfunction. It’s part magical realism, part ‘wow, I really should’ve ordered takeout,’ and 100% the most bittersweet thing to ever happen to a lemon cake.
