Me: I have brown rice.What my mother said got me thinking. I really don't have anything that I crave from childhood probably because the kitchen table was the site where I tapped into my stubbornness when people tried to make me eat things that I did not want to eat.
My mother: I grew up eating white rice. You have a taste for what you grew up with...
I still have temperature, texture and visual issues to this day. Maybe I just have issues; I feel like that deserves and LOL and, yet, I'm hesitant to insert one.
I do have McDonald's memories and macaroni and cheese (my aunt's) memories. Candy corn, without fail, makes me think of my paternal grandfather which is funny because he used to grow greens and watermelons and whatnot but I associate him with a Halloween treat that he often purchased for the occasion...
This billboard has been up forever in my neighborhood. When I see it, I think, finally, truth in advertising.
Did you catch this Nightline segment about foot-long hamburgers?