Ever had a Ratatouille Moment?

You know that bit in the film where the critic is transported back to his childhood by that simple vegetable dish?

Do you have a food memory that has always stuck with you?

Perhaps you ordered something thinking you knew what it was going to be and it turned out to be something else entirely, but in a good way.

Maybe Grandma made casseroles like no one else.

Or it could be those halcyon days at University living off deep fried sausages and porridge. Yum.

My top 3:

1. Roast Beef at Kincaid’s on Redondo Beach, Los Angeles

I was on a business trip and my American boss suggested I tried the roast beef. I didn’t like the sound of it – I mean British roast beef is at best dried up old leather swimming in thin gravy.

But not this roast beef. It was actually a massive steak (I think it was a sirloin) but here they roast a whole cow or something at a very low temperature for a very long time (like 50 Celsius for a whole day) and then slice off steaks and flash fry/’broil’ to order. It was unbelievable good with a salt crust. And wine, of course. I havent had roast beef in the UK since for fear of ruining the memory.

2. House Salad in Benahavis. Before we got married my wife and I stayed in this small Southern Spanish village. We went to a local restaurant and ordered a ‘Salad’ – plain and simple. We got the most stupendous concoction of tomato, lettuce, olives, tuna, eggs, asparagus and who knows what else.

I’ve never been able to recreate that at home and certainly never ordered a salad as good since!

3. Grandma’s tea – for some reason her tea was the best – not sure why – maybe she used full fat milk which you don’t really see anymore

What’s your favorite food memory?

9 thoughts on “Ever had a Ratatouille Moment?

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  3. I couldn’t agree more about the roast beef! I have gotten used to UK roast beef, but it is nowhere near as good (in my opinion).

    I had a horrible moment when I first moved to the UK where I ordered something I was really excited about and it turned out to be nothing like what I was expecting, but in a not good way. I had only been here for about two weeks and homesickness was starting to really hit me…I was starting to realize that more things were different than I had first thought, and I was feeling a bit out of place, so I decided to treat myself to a chocolate milkshake, which I thought would be a wonderful comfort food and bring back lots of wonderful memories from home. However, when my milkshake arrived it was basically just chocolate milk, which wasn’t even very cold. At home, milkshakes are super thick ice cream drinks. It was all I could do not to break down in tears at my table when that milkshake arrived, as its whole purpose was to make me feel more at home and instead it made me feel even more foreign! In hindsight it feels silly, but it was just not at all what I wanted right then!

    ~Emily~

    P.S. Do you work for a US company? I am just curious because it seems like you manage to visit the US and/or have quite a few stories about US culture/food… I’m not complaining by the way – I love it! But just curious. 🙂

  4. I can’t think of a food, but what does pop up is “Coca Cola”.

    We got to drink soda and eat pizza and watch “The Wonderful World Of Disney” every week and even though I don’t drink very much soda any more, nothing is as good as an ICE COLD Coca Cola !!!

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  6. Lol, I know exactly what you mean. I think my favourite food memory has to be making those little marzipan figures at Christmastime with my Grandma, bliddy hate marzipan but have fond memories of multi-food-coloured fingertips and placing the results carefully into little gift boxes for the family!

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