11-05-2012, 08:22 PM
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Originally Posted by genghisfawn
Favourite food memories as a child: Being in my Baba's kitchen, pinching pyrohy and stirring steaming vats of jam.
Favourite food memory abroad: My first meal in Paris (my first meal outside Canada, in fact,) was a full fondue. It was the most interesting hybrid of a place, all of us reclining on chaises and finishing our meal with fruity shisha and surreptitiously refilled glasses of wine.
Favourite food memory under duress: After surgery last year, they wouldn't let me leave until I'd eaten. I stared disconsolately at the toast, which celiacs can't eat, and my mother went and bought those Chapman's ice cream cups. I ate two in a row, having fasted then for over 24 hours, and the nurse came in. Oh my goodness, they tasted so amazingly good, and I was still eating as she said, "You've eaten all that ice cream? You're going to be sick." I pointed my spoon at her in my drug haze and said, "You don't know me. I like to hang onto my food."
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Love your stories! This made me laugh out loud!
I truly pity anyone that would try to get between myself and my ice cream.
What kinds of jams did you like most as a child? Recalling that I adored jam when I was young.
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