38 years ago I ate those three items not in one day, not in one vessel, and not in one country.
After that hellish trip, plane foods, hotel foods, cafeteria foods all taste better.
Now, I just want a bowl of oatmeal with raisins.
Any day and everyday.
Foods were supposed to nourish and nurture us.
It binds us and bonds us together (Thanksgiving dinner).
Yet for years, in my family, plates got tossed in fits.
Made food fighting on campus looks like child play.
My experience with foods hence has been associated with negative context: chaos and loneliness (I once saw an asleep lady in my mom’s nursing home, with a glass of milk that had almost spilled out).
By the way, the instant…
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