My most memorable meal will always be the one I had the night before – because it just happened. I wish I could share with you that meal in Tokyo, when my sister’s friend took me to a hole in the wall, or the last time I ate street food in my favorite neighborhood in Bangkok, or the dinner before my husband proposed. I wish my mind’s eye were like a camera in a food movie like Big Night or Tampopo or Ratatouille. It shoots the meal from above, swooping down and lingering on every detail before zooming in as I take a bite, captured in slow motion, the flavors imprinted on my taste buds forever. The feelings created are indelible, but the details are elusive, like a fuzzy photograph, leaving me with a longing to recapture these moments of discovery, of beginning and ends, in some meal of the future.
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Table Tales - 150 word stories 