the food of memories

How funny that Margaret asks us to post about food and memories. Walking back to my central apartment today, I found my thoughts drifting to the months I recently spent in Ireland. And what did I decide to prepare for lunch? "Chips" and sausage, one of my favorite staples from the semester abroad. Interestingly, I did not decide to put on Irish music or look through my photo album as I pined to summon up memories - rather, I put food on the stove! Granted, I was hungry, but it is interesting how closely our memories can be tied to tastes and smells and not just sights and sounds.