Sometimes you find old memories of home in the most unlikely places.
Tonight I went to T's house for dinner and to hang out with him. (I am writing this while sitting on his bed. No, we are not naked). I arrived, as I often do, just at the start of dinner. I sat down and T showed me how to assemble the meal. It started with a slice of bread, then some fish sauce and sautéd scallion in oil. The on the top was ground pork cooked with onion and what I think was some rice. It all came together in an open faced sandwich.
I was very good, but there was something about the pork that was familiar.
One of the reasons I like eating at T's house is that everything is new and different to me. It is an adventure of new tastes. I also like that T is there to show me the right way to eat everything. I think it is cute that his parents worry that I will be able to eat their food.
But today was a little different. Even through the fish sauce, I could taste to pork and it reminded me of home. The pork mixture was very similar to the filling of a pork pie that my grandmother, and my mother used to make. I am comfortable eating with T's family, but today it was even more.
I thought how flavors and food really have a strong pull on my memory. Tonight, even though his house is not my home, I felt at home.
4 comments:
I think its interesting how food can comfort and relax us. You are comfortable with T and his family, but having the pork taste like something from your childhood, made it even better.
I hope that the divorce proceedings are going well?
Where are you & T able to have privacy with each other? in his office, after office hours?
This blog is degenerating into the mundane. Perhaps the crisis in your life has passed.
If it's mundane, then stop reading it. It's that simple. If you need drama around you, start first with reviewing your life.
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