Foods We Never Forgot

I was watching The Great British Bake Off the other day and noticed something interesting. Tamal was making a pastry inspired by one of the best sandwiches he's ever had. I will now present it in a series of screengrabs:
 

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And then it dawned on me... Every now and then, if the weather is humid and if I get a whiff of coconut, I dream about this slice of coconut cake I had in Kuala Lumpur when I was like, nine. I can still taste the delicious coconut cream, the sponge that was just bouncy enough, I can hear the clink of my fork on the ceramic plate. I vividly remember that slice of cake. 

And it's not just that cake!

When Caleb first traveled to Colombia with me we visited this stunning canyon called "el Canyon del Chicamocha" in my hometown, Bucaramanga. Caleb ordered this blended mocha coffee at this cute coffee shop by the canyon. He and I still talk about it. 

When we first visited Cambodia we stayed in this gorgeous boutique hotel and they greeted us with fruity drinks served in champagne glasses. I was around ten and felt so very glamorous drinking a sparkly, fruity drink while my mum was checking in.

Caleb and I visited New York in December and we stumbled into this coffee shop by... Union Square, I think? 
They gave us a sample of their hot chocolate and I think it maybe changed my life. So rich, creamy, and warm. I immediately ordered a cup and still think of it when the weather drops. 

 The famous canyon drink.

The famous canyon drink.

freshly baked bread

The bakeries in Colombia start baking very, very early, so while you're walking to work, school, or just to do errands, it is extremely tempting to stop by for a fresh slice of bread because of how good it smells outside. Fresh baked bread is one of my favorite smells and things to eat. 

Back in Singapore, my family went to visit a friend who invited us for dinner at her super modern apartment. Two things happened that night: I got locked inside of her bathroom because I couldn't figure out how to open the comically heavy door (I was NINE) and I had the best vegetarian sandwich ever.
I still know her as "the vegetarian sandwich family friend." 

What strikes me is how each food memory is more than just "ugh what a GOOD sandwich." It's a deeply rooted memory that, though it stems from food, connects me to the feelings I had in that moment. Most of the time this reminds me of who I was with and I'm filled once again with an appreciation for them. I love how food brings people together, even in a simple memory triggered by the smell of bread or coconut. 

Do you have any foods you miss/think about? Sound off in the comments!!