Sunday, February 22, 2009
Food and Memory
The other day when I came back home from college, I had dinner with my dad at Olive Gardens. I didn't want to have a boring dinner time with my dad, but he really wanted to so I couldn't resist. I would rather see my friends from home. So I drove to Olive Garden feeling like this is going to be a waste of few hours. It has being a very long time since i went to Olive Gardens and couldn't really recall last time I ate there. I ordered my meal and the bread sticks came along. I forgotten everything on the menu at Olive Gardens but somehow I knew that their bread sticks were good. I picked up a bread stick and took a bite. Sure enough I was right, it was delicious and went for some more. At that moment when I went to grab my second bread stick, I realized why i knew about Olive Gardn bread sticks so much. I ate their bread sticks in my high school swimming club. From then on I recalled my memories about the forgotten days of my high school swimming and how we had a pasta feast with breadsitcks from Olive Garden to celebrate our County Championship. Memories after Memories of good old times flowed in my head while I munched on my bread sticks. I probably ate more bread sticks than my main dish. After reminiscing about my high school, I felt appreciative and felt like I went through a picture album. It certainly made my dinner alot fun than I expected. It's amazing how a flavor of taste can bring back memories. As we get older we forget more and more of our past. Some people can't recall their memory no matter how hard they try. However I believe that even those people can recall their memory, they just need something to remind them. For me food was the key to recall my high school memories, and for others it may be pictures, friends, songs or some random object that may be special only to them. It is hard to recall one's memory alone but using other stuff or getting help from others may be the key to remembering the forgotten days.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment