Just beat a case of Mono, the throw up every single day and drop 50 pounds kind, all my most nostalgic memories have become memories of all the nostalgic food experiences I have with my family, mom's carbonara, going to our favorite local chain restaurant that legit actually made incredible food, dad prying me for long trips by splitting a double McMuffin order with me and getting me OJ and Coffee for himself.
Basically just imagine a montage of Ego's flashback in Ratatouille but interspersed through 2 months of delirious sickness and not actually being able to enjoy eating the food first before having the craving flashbacks.