Culinary Relationships: Thoughts
Usually your parents teach you about relationships through their love for each other, and that’s ultimately what you take into consideration when you develop your own personal interpretation of the topic. I’ve never really had that great of a foundation on it because of my parents haphazard and detrimental approach on the subject, but I've taken away a lot about food from my relationships. I can't tell you why I loved M back in high school, but I can tell you that she detested crunchy tacos from Taco Bell (which is the only thing I order to this day, if I ever go there) I can’t remember the subtle intricacies of J, but I know that she introduced me to Osaka Okonomiyaki (お好み焼き), and I couldn't help but declare it the best asian food I’ve ever had. I can recall exact meals and flavors from past relationships, but it’s very difficult for me to recall anything other than that.
In a way, I think my passion for food has made me a passive to the normal tides of a relationship.
I can’t tell you when K’s birthday is, but I can tell you that she taught me how to properly cook a steak and how to make the perfect egg roll. Likewise, I can’t tell you what D’s middle name is but I can tell you that I had the best upscale Loco Moco (duck egg + wagyu beef + amazing brown gravy) when we went to Morimoto Waikiki.
It’s funny what we tend to take away from the relationships we have through the course of life, but it’s also sad. Most people take away feelings of regret, happiness, or joy. I take away meals and flavors that once served a greater purpose than the sum of its ingredients; Ingredients that once formed strong bonds and built them into the culinary feelings of yesteryear.