It all starts with the difficult things. Put them in the bowl and stir for a dozen formative years until creamy. Then add some good times, and if available, some great times. Stir for five minutes a day for decades, though they will never quite mix, and will never overpower the pungent difficulties. Gently sprinkle in some memories and a pinch of nostalgia.
Pour into a stiff pan, one that will form and shape the mix in a fixed immutable way. Bake for years, even before everything is mixed together. When a toothpick comes out dry, you know it’s done.
Sprinkle feelings over the top. There’s no point in baking them. They will always remain raw.
Serves everyone but you.