Sometimes its not so much the sights a place has, but the scents and tastes as well. Most of my best memories involved food– birthday parties, fiestas, dinners with friends. Other memories included making a friend over Thai food, having a serious fight with a friend over a baked potato, and having an awkward conversation about vegetarianism.
My trip to Hawaii was inundated with loads of food: Filipino, Japanese, Italian, and Hawaiian. (My stomach does not discriminate against national origin. If its good, it doesn’t matter what country it came from.) The picture of shrimp scampi above involves the creation of another great memory. Namely, reconnecting with family members I haven’t seen for over 18 years. (Gasp, 18 years!)
Suffice to say, no matter kind of food is on my plate, I know that one way or another, I’m sure to make some sort of memory out of it.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
~George Bernard Shaw, “The Revolutionist’s Handbook,” Man and Superman