Food Memories

We lived next door to neighbors whose house always smelled of boiling cabbage. A childhood friend lived with what seemed like dozens of young children and every time we entered their house our nostrils hit a nasty wall of diaper. A walk past our elementary school kitchen meant sniffs of tuna casserole and tapioca. Easter Mass is aftershave and incense.

Of all the smells, good and bad, that bring us back to childhood, or college, or a first apartment, food memories are my favorite. This week's Called to the Table is all about the aroma of curry and how it links me to home.