Food and associations
Jun. 16th, 2005 01:16 pmI've just had an odd experience.
I'm pottering around the Cantina, mostly revising and sitting on the computer every now and then. Anyway, I recently took a break for lunch, and because there was a weird collection of things in the house wound up making a pasta dish - pasta with a sauce made up of hot dogs, and olives, with a pesto base and some added spice.
The odd part of this is that that's a dish that I used to cook a lot when I was living with Jason. We were dirt poor, often hungry, and so we used to eat a lot of tesco value pasta with sauces made up of cheap stuff, like hot dogs. Jason loved olives, so I used to add them a lot. We'd cover our food in spices and curry powder because we both liked spicey food.
Since I've broken up with Jason and left Edinburgh I've barely eaten any of that. In America, Mike didn't eat pasta particularly. Then I went travelling, then lived with my dad, and then when I moved out it was to move in to Chez
isalani, pretty much with
pierot and it isn't the kind of dish that either Anthony or Jeremiah are very fond of.
And so I moved on. Yet today I cooked and for some reason it brought so many memories back. It also got me thinking about dramatically my eating habits and tastes have changed over the years, and how there are so many foods that I associate with specific times in my life, with specific relationships even.
I still associate a certain kind of apple strudel (not the kind you buy from Tescos and cook at home) with Weaver's Walk cafe in Newbury, and sitting there for hours and hours with Leah, or Ali, and sometimes other friends from school. I associate tinned potatoes and Bird's Eye crispy chicken with the years living with
eladriell in Edinburgh, when I'd try and pathetically come up with something I could cook which would equate to 'meat and two veg' and wouldn't set off any of Paul's allergies. Christ...I don't think I've made a roast chicken dinner since those days either, and I used to cook them fairly often then. It was a relatively cheap way of feeding Paul and the assortment of friends who appeared in the house.
I associate hot dog and pesto with pasta with living with Jason, and I associate very thick strawberry milk shakes with late nights sitting in diners, making sure Mike had eaten instead of watching him go hyperglycemic. I associate paella with
pierot - heck - I really associate fresh tiger prawns with Jeremiah. I associate sea food rissotto with Vittoria's in Edinburgh, and I remember many many meals there - often with
incursus and
bluepixie. Pasta and mince in huge quantities - I'm not sure if I associate that more with
cairmen or
scimon. I think they've both cooked such dishes for me, and I know I pretty much never use mince myself.
I have changed in terms of what I eat. I've lost the ability to eat really spicey curries which I could do easily when I was 19 and living in Nepal. I've lost the ability to eat McDonalds, which tasted lovely to me when I was 15, and last time I had some tasted horribly greasy and stuck to my mouth. I get hungry now in a way I didn't when I was 18 when I would dodge any meal I was given half a chance to.
It's strange how I've never thought about this before. Food is something I suppose I've always thought of as a constant. 'Sally likes strawberries' or 'Sally doesn't like fish', but my tastes and my eating patterns really have changed a lot. I think I've always failed to think about food as a trigger for memory, while being very aware of how other sensory experiences, such as music, or scent, triggers me very strongly.
It's very odd.
Am I alone in this? Have other people always had constant eating patterns or have they changed? Can food be a trigger for memory for other people as well?
I'm pottering around the Cantina, mostly revising and sitting on the computer every now and then. Anyway, I recently took a break for lunch, and because there was a weird collection of things in the house wound up making a pasta dish - pasta with a sauce made up of hot dogs, and olives, with a pesto base and some added spice.
The odd part of this is that that's a dish that I used to cook a lot when I was living with Jason. We were dirt poor, often hungry, and so we used to eat a lot of tesco value pasta with sauces made up of cheap stuff, like hot dogs. Jason loved olives, so I used to add them a lot. We'd cover our food in spices and curry powder because we both liked spicey food.
Since I've broken up with Jason and left Edinburgh I've barely eaten any of that. In America, Mike didn't eat pasta particularly. Then I went travelling, then lived with my dad, and then when I moved out it was to move in to Chez
And so I moved on. Yet today I cooked and for some reason it brought so many memories back. It also got me thinking about dramatically my eating habits and tastes have changed over the years, and how there are so many foods that I associate with specific times in my life, with specific relationships even.
I still associate a certain kind of apple strudel (not the kind you buy from Tescos and cook at home) with Weaver's Walk cafe in Newbury, and sitting there for hours and hours with Leah, or Ali, and sometimes other friends from school. I associate tinned potatoes and Bird's Eye crispy chicken with the years living with
I associate hot dog and pesto with pasta with living with Jason, and I associate very thick strawberry milk shakes with late nights sitting in diners, making sure Mike had eaten instead of watching him go hyperglycemic. I associate paella with
I have changed in terms of what I eat. I've lost the ability to eat really spicey curries which I could do easily when I was 19 and living in Nepal. I've lost the ability to eat McDonalds, which tasted lovely to me when I was 15, and last time I had some tasted horribly greasy and stuck to my mouth. I get hungry now in a way I didn't when I was 18 when I would dodge any meal I was given half a chance to.
It's strange how I've never thought about this before. Food is something I suppose I've always thought of as a constant. 'Sally likes strawberries' or 'Sally doesn't like fish', but my tastes and my eating patterns really have changed a lot. I think I've always failed to think about food as a trigger for memory, while being very aware of how other sensory experiences, such as music, or scent, triggers me very strongly.
It's very odd.
Am I alone in this? Have other people always had constant eating patterns or have they changed? Can food be a trigger for memory for other people as well?
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:38 pm (UTC)Foods are places and times. Home was alwyas mum's plaited lamb, or her Savoury Beef en Croute. Eating pasta with ripped up roast chicken always takes me back to my quasi-student days. Thai food is what I most associate with Jo.
my eating habits have largely changed with affordability of food and options. My options were massivly cut down when I worked out my allergies, and ever since then they have slowly been expanding again, as new food become available and I work out more ways to get around things. But this makes food occasionally quite emotional for me, I almost cried with happiness when they started bringing out part baked wheat-free baguettes.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:38 pm (UTC)Last year when my gran died, I cooked this and cried, and it made me feel closer to her.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:47 pm (UTC)There's food that always reminds me of my mum - stuff that she cooked well. I think Baked Alaska would get me really nostalgic. I've not eaten it since Mum died - I've no idea how to make it, although she did it really well.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:48 pm (UTC)Since I started going out with Gordon I went from being a semi-vegetarian who rarely ate anything sweet, to a carnivore who really likes puddings. Plus, now I actually plan meals for two, I tend to eat more, and more regularly than when I was (despite living at my parents house) cooking for myself.
If I don't fit into my wedding dress it's entirely his fault.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:54 pm (UTC)I think since I've not been eating spice my tolerance for it has gone downhill - I certainly glug a lot more water while eating curry these days than I used to.
Oh - and I'm sure relationships are bad for one's waistline. I always seem to put on weight when I'm in a steady relationship and I'm always at my thinnest when I'm single.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 12:56 pm (UTC)I also find that I feel kind of responsible for cooking for A. If I can't be bothered cooking for myself I'd just open a tin of soup or have a sandwich but when you're cooking for two I feel a bit responsible for actually have a "proper" meal.
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Date: 2005-06-16 12:58 pm (UTC)Hell yeah
Date: 2005-06-16 01:01 pm (UTC)Re: Hell yeah
Date: 2005-06-16 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 01:05 pm (UTC)Re: Hell yeah
Date: 2005-06-16 01:05 pm (UTC)Re: Hell yeah
Date: 2005-06-16 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 02:08 pm (UTC)I've just eaten a prepacked boil for 15 mins in milk dish I haven't eaten since I was at uni. Cooking it brough back loads of uni memories!
So it's not just you!!!
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:18 pm (UTC)so, Sally, I went out to buy a coffee, and on my way back I passed a man who had just lit his pipe. I love the smell and taste of tobacco pipe smoke. My uncle used to put his pipe in my mouth for me to taste when I was young. He died when I was three, so I'm really surprised I remember this, but the smell and taste brings it all back! How totally would I have a fit if someone did that to a small child today!
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 02:24 pm (UTC)I comfort-eat, and also robotically eat stodge on a 'yuck, I've forgotten to eat for two days, must fix sugar screwups' basis when stressed/in odd routines, so being in a stressy relationship tends to make me put on weight.
I've certainly lost a lot of weight since going from relationship troubles with Simon to now (erm...about a stone...aiee!) - and I'd probably put that about half down to lack of stress, and about half down to change in lifestyle (getting fed fresh curry soon after I come in from work, rather than cooking myself a mound of pasta at 11 at night, and sleeping properly and things) & in cooking habits (Dave's intolerance to onions/garlic tends to mean we cook from scratch far more, so fewer gloopy sauces and things)
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-16 03:08 pm (UTC)I've experianced varies stages of poor, the worst and most dramatic were all when I was married to my ex husband (we won't get into the reason for why we were so poor).
First married I was lucky to be working at a restaurant... so I was fed every day at work. I would many times come home and give $5 to Sean to go to Wendy's and get himself 5 $1 burgers.
We moved, he was working at a restaurant for his family.. I worked maybe 2-3 days a week making no money ( we were living in their carriage house.. so they didn't pay ME). Most meals consisted of what ever canned veggie was on sale at the market. Would spend a week eating canned corn, black olives, or carrots. I spent years eating that way.
After leaving my husband I was living alone and so scared of being broke that I wouldn't spend a dime. I ate a lot of rice, and buttered pasta.. which oddly enough, is all Ryan eats.. heh.
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Date: 2005-06-16 10:24 pm (UTC)A particular aubergine curry reminds me very much of uni. Stem ginger cake reminds me of visiting my gran after school. I was eating a strawberry yogurt mousse when my parents told me they were splitting up - never eaten it since. Taste is one of the strongest triggers for me.
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Date: 2005-06-16 11:35 pm (UTC)I had to eat every four or six hours and that involved a lot of meat, so it's not an accusation without merit.
There are certainly worse accusations. ;)
Sally
Date: 2005-06-17 07:50 am (UTC)Re: Sally
Date: 2005-06-17 09:09 am (UTC)My bad memory!