I had a good workout this morning similar to most others. I warmed up with 10 min on the elliptical, then ran 5 miles at an 8min pace.
I revisited the blueberry protein pancakes this morning and had some of the leftover mango from my shrimp tacos the other night. I love mango, but it’s kinda a pain to peel and cut up. I love when I’ve used it in a recipe and I just cut up the whole thing at once to munch on later. It reminds me of a beach vacation.
Do certain foods remind you of specific places or bring you back to a good memory? What is your best food-associated memory?
My husband lived in the Caribbean on an island called St. Kitts for 2 and a half years and I would go visit every 3 or 4 months for a week. It was hard to be that far away from my then boyfriends but we have a lot of great memories from that time. Tropical fruits take me back 🙂
It’s a cool island with the Caribbean Sea on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other. The Atlantic side has mostly black beaches, big waves, and cooler water. The Caribbean side is calmer with white sand. It is also mostly flat and desserty on one end and tropical rainforest on the other. Pretty interesting that one tiny island can have so much variation.
As for the taste and smell of mango triggering thoughts of St. Kitts, scientific studies have shown there is a stronger association between taste, smell, and memory than any other of the senses. This may be why traditions around foods like Thanksgiving or other holidays are so important. I have to have my pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving and that may be due in part to the good memories of a family holiday as much as the fantastic taste.
“When from a long distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” – Marcel Proust