some things you never grow out of. last month before a snow storm, i was craving chef-boy-ardee. what my mom cooks is much better, and of course eating out is better than chef-boy-ardee, but i be craving it sometimes the same way i crave top ramen. we often times think of nostalgia seeping into our soul through visual or auditory senses, but it can be thru aroma and taste cues as well. tonight, i baked some chicken nuggets and fries. i was craving them, and not the fast food joints, but the ones you get from the grocery store frozen section. it’s strange because getting nuggets from anywhere else, i have to get a sauce as ketchup won’t suffice, but when i bake frozen nuggets, only ketchup will do.
it’s strange, but it’s one of those things as they say.
-ratha, 7:55pm, 2.15.22