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Congee and memories

Perhaps it is a sign of aging, every time I eat something familiar, I cannot help but be brought back to all the pervious times when I had it. For better or for worse, it is as if the food itself brings its own memories of our previous encounters. The more comforting the food is, the more vivid the memory. Suddenly time collapses and I am in multiple points of time all at once. Congee is the most profound as it is the most comforting. A little bowl brings back all those little shops and stalls where it was served. Even those eaten during sickness bring good memories for it is the comfort that it had provided that is remembered. And now, I sit here remembering the bowl I just had and with it all the others, and am comforted by it.