Food Memories
I may not have the best memory. I lose my keys, wallet and phone at least three times a day and I never remember names or birthdays even if you have just told me. (Sometimes, I feel like Ten-Second Tom from 5O First Dates). But I can assure you that if I am reminded, I will do my best to be with you, call you, or get you a sweet card and write something from my heart.
Out of the very few things that I do remember, if food were involved, I most likely will remember it. I can taste something I have had before or think of an amazing food I have experienced and it gives me a nostalgic rush, a sudden flood of memories. There are some moments in my past that I can distinctively remember how the food tasted. I remember the exact flavor, the exact feeling I had in that moment, and the whole experience. I can almost taste the particular food on my tongue and it’s texture as I remember the moment. These flashbacks might be good or bad, sometimes I don't even want to be reminded of them, but they are strong and they are there.
Today I remembered this because I was craving chocolate cake and I thought it was kind of funny. =)
I have always been terrible at math. I went to a tutor when I was around twelve years old. There was one day in the middle of Autumn that she offered me a piece of chocolate cake. It was delightfully smooth, not too sweet, and so incredibly moist that I had asked for seconds. It had a very subtle nutty flavor to it, I think it may have been hazelnut. I have always hated math and dreaded going to this woman's house, but that day, I didn't want my mother to pick me up because I was enjoying the cake so much. And when she showed up, I was a little disappointed. I took my time while finishing the last piece of cake and I remember my mother was a little ticked off for making her wait. Til this day, I'm terrible at math but I will never forget that delicious cake.
If you ask me to remember a particular moment we spent together, I might not remember something you may have told me, I may not remember the name of the place we were at, but I'll remember the moment and the bread we were breaking together.