Javier is an ideal son. He loves his family and respects the fact that his parents came to America from Mexico in hopes of making a better life for him. Javier always recognized a big part of who he was, was created before he was born, and that part is with his family in Mexico. After doing a family tree he realized that other than his parents and himself his entire family on both sides resided in Mexico and he truly wanted to have a better understanding of not only where he came from but of the generations that came before him. His closest connection to his ancestors was his grandmother, here's abuela. She would come to visit for months at a time and the one way they connected most was in him watching her cook in the kitchen. She taught him about seasonings, she taught him about measurements, and she taught him the best way to know if it tastes good is to taste. After she passes away a box sent to him from Mexico arrives and on small to big pieces of paper are hundreds of thousands of recipes handwritten from his abuela.

He can hear her voice in his head, he can see memories of her cooking in the kitchen. His mission is clear, recreate her most difficult and intricate recipe. Once dinner is served, he allows his parents to have the first taste and following their response he tastes as well. There is something quite beautiful in being able to continue someone's legacy through food and while Javier once believed his culture lived in a country or lived within the hearts of people he now realizes that his culture also lives in the food they eat and the love by which it is prepared.