Saturday, January 19, 2008
We were at the neighborhood trattoria today. My friend and I were laughing about how Rama was having a blast with the cheese. I guess what she was doing can only be called nagdidildil ng parmesan.
Rama: What's so funny?
Me: You look like you're having fun.
Rama: Yes, I'm having bon appetit!
To cap her meal, she had her favorite lemon gelato.
Me: How's your gelato?
Rama: Good. It's making me remember nice things. Like swimming. And slides.
She keeps on eating with eyes closed, remembering.
My friend pointed out that the mark of a real foodie was the ability to associate certain foods with distinct memories.
Rama has that. Plus a sharp nose. Many times, she would pipe in with commentary on scents from our kitchen.
I smell coffee.
I smell suka.
I smell wine.
Posted by P at 7:17 p.m.